It shall come to pass, that in all the land, saith the Lord,
two parts therein shall be cut off and die; but the third shall be left therein.
Dreadful, pride chastising word
Of surest prophecy!
Two in three that call Thee Lord,
Shall be cut off and die.
Who should then of grace presume?
Father, in Thine hands I am,
Save me from th’apostate’s doom,
I ask in Jesu’s name.
Need I then, my God, despair
Thy favor to retain?
Lost if two in three there are,
The third shall still remain;
Of the third distinguished part,
That I may live forever one,
Stamp Thine image on my heart,
And join me to Thy Son.