615.
[To judge the wretch in sin secure]
The lord of that servant shall come, &c.
—xxiv. 50, 51.
To judge the wretch in sin secure,
His angry unexpected Lord
Shall come in sudden death and sure,
Shall slay him with His righteous sword,
And send him to his place below,
The mansions of infernal woe.
Cut off from those he once oppress'd
His colleagues in the church of God,
Far from the saints and spirits bless'd,
He finds his suitable abode,
Condemn'd with hypocrites to dwell,
In fiercest flames of deepest hell.
What hypocrite so base as he
The slave of sloth and avarice,
Ambition, pride, and cruelty,
Of every lust and every vice;
Yet still audacious to declare
Himself—a Christian minister!
His life of soft luxurious ease,
Of sports and sensible delights,
Of mirth, and riotous excess,
Revolting days, and frantic nights,
In fellowship with torturing fiends,
In endless lamentations ends!
