Allured by sin’s de­ceitf­ul arts,
Unhappy men de­part from God;
To Satan yield their trea­cher­ous hearts,
And fear­less tread the down­ward road.

Still they in­crease their load of guilt,
Thoughtless amidst a thou­sand woes;
Or if some pangs of grief are felt,
Those sud­den pangs they quick­ly lose.

They bid de­fi­ance to the skies,
And dare th’Al­migh­ty to His face;
His aw­ful threat’n­ings they des­pise,
And cast con­tempt upon His grace.

But the de­ci­sive day will come,
And uni­vers­al ter­ror spread;
Then God will fix their fi­nal doom,
And ven­geance strike the re­bels dead.

Bound fast in ada­man­tine chains,
Their nu­mer­ous fol­lies they will mourn;
Shall suf­fer un­re­mit­ting pains,
And ev­er sin and ev­er burn.