Scripture Verse

Fools make a mock at sin. Proverbs 14:9

Introduction

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Garret C. Wellesley
(1735–1781)
Earl of Mornington

Words: John Ber­ridge, Si­on’s Songs (Lon­don: Vall­ance & Con­der, 1785), num­ber 41.

Music: Morn­ing­ton ar­ranged from Gar­ret C. Well­es­ley, cir­ca 1760, in Da­vid’s Harp, by Ed­ward Mill­er, 1805 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

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John Berridge
(1716–1793)

Lyrics

Fools make a mock at sin,
And with destruction sport;
But death will stop their simple grin,
And cut their laughter short.

Bethink, oh, thoughtless man,
What misery sin brings forth;
All sorrow, sickness, want, and pain,
From sin receive their birth.

On angels sin has cast
Destruction without end;
Through sin the heav’nly form they lost,
And sunk into a fiend!

The sin thou lovest well,
At last will make thee mourn;
It has blown up a fire in hell,
Which will for ever burn.

Sin bringeth ghastly woe,
Yet comes with leering face!
Regard it as thy deadly foe,
And fly its foul embrace.

Lord, give me godly fear,
And keep me watchful, too,
Else I may sit in scorner’s chair,
And mock as scorners do.