Stay, thou too happy sinner, stay,
Smooth gliding down the flowery way,
The broad, frequented road;
Gay wretch, that dost in pleasure live,
And all thy joy from earth receive,
Thy soul is dead to God!
When death doth soul and body part,
If dead to God even then thou art,
Excluded from the skies,
Shut up in darkness palpable,
And justly left to its own hell,
Thy soul for ever dies.