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CHAPTER VII. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
157.
[Who like the thoughtless many live]
Who like the thoughtless many live
In worldly cares, or pleasures vain,
May their own wretched souls deceive,
But dead in sin they still remain,
The way to life they have not known,
Nor yet their Christian course begun.
In worldly cares, or pleasures vain,
May their own wretched souls deceive,
But dead in sin they still remain,
The way to life they have not known,
Nor yet their Christian course begun.
Led blindfold by the blindfold guide,
Who boldly contradicts his God,
Down a broad beaten way they glide,
An easy, fashionable road;
Too late their fatal error feel,
Fallen into the ditch of hell.
Who boldly contradicts his God,
Down a broad beaten way they glide,
An easy, fashionable road;
Too late their fatal error feel,
Fallen into the ditch of hell.
CHAPTER VII. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||