Verse 1
Ye that of power and riches proud,
Above the race of mortals rise,
And scorn the low, ignoble croud,
And reign exalted to the skies,
Repent, before the Judge appear,
Or read your fearful sentence here.
Verse 2
Ye gods of earth, expect to dwell
With fiends and spirits damn’d below,
To find your thrones prepar’d in hell,
Unless ye here your madness know,
Prostrate, condemn’d, the Judge intreat,
And mercy find at Jesus’ feet.