You may rejoice to think YOURSELVES secure； You may be grateful for the gift divine—— That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure, And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine.

    But, is it sweet to look around, and view Thousands excluded from that happiness Which they deserved, at least, as much as you.—— Their faults not greater, nor their virtues¹ less？

    And wherefore should you love your God the more, Because to you alone his smiles are given； Because He chose to pass the MANY o'er, And only bring the favoured FEW to Heaven？

    And, wherefore should your hearts more grateful prove, Because for ALL the Saviour² did not die？ Is yours the God of justice and of love？ And are your bosoms³ warm with charity？

    Say, does your heart expand to all mankind？ And, would you ever to your neighbour do—— The weak, the strong, the enlightened, and the blind-As you would have your neighbour do to you？

    And when you, looking on your fellow-men, Behold⁴ them doomed⁶ to endless misery⁷, How can you talk of joy and rapture⁸ then？—— May God withhold⁹ such cruel joy from me！

    That none deserve eternal bliss¹⁰ I know； Unmerited the grace in mercy given： But, none shall sink to everlasting¹¹ woe¹², That have not well deserved the wrath¹³ of Heaven.

    And, oh！ there lives within my heart A hope, long nursed by me； （And should its cheering ray depart, How dark my soul would be！）

    That as in Adam all have died, In Christ shall all men live； And ever round his throne abide¹⁴, Eternal praise to give.

    That even the wicked shall at last Be fitted for the skies； And when their dreadful doom⁵ is past, To life and light arise.

    I ask not, how remote the day, Nor what the sinners' woe, Before their dross¹⁵ is purged¹⁶ away； Enough for me to know-

    That when the clip of wrath is drained, The metal purified, They'll cling to what they once disdained¹⁷, And live by Him that died.