Man, bewail thy situation; Hell-born sin, once crept in, Mars God’s fair creation. Vaunt thy native strength no longer; Vain’s the boast; all is lost; Sin and death are stronger. Enemies to God and goodness, Great and small, since the fall, Sink in lust and lewdness. If to this thou art a stranger, While thou liest out of Christ, Greater is thy danger. Trust not to thy smooth behaviour; All’s deceit; and the cheat Keeps thee from the Saviour. Oft we’re best when dangers fright us, Jesus came to reclaim Sinners, not the righteous. Sick men feel their bad condition; But the soul that is whole Slights the good Physician.
