The Lord The Judge His Churches Warns
The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns:
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.
They dare rehearse his awful name
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
They watch to do their neighbors wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker’s face;
They take his cov’nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
And, while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps, as well as they,
And put far off the evil hour.
O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
Anguish their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliv’rer dare to rise.