A worldling wretched, vile and base

Verse 1

A Worldling, wretched, vile and base, Not subject to restraining grace; But yielded to his lusts and pride, And set all fear of God aside.

Verse 2

Though he had riches laid in store, Yet no compassion on the poor! A beggar in a helpless state, Found no assistance at his gate.

Verse 3

The worldling spent his precious days, In Luxuries, in sports and plays-- While the poor beggar lay distress'd, With poverty and sores oppress'd.

Verse 4

But to them both it proved strange, To meet with such a sudden change; The worldling sent to endless pain, The beggar plac'd with Christ to reign.

Verse 5

This is the sinners awful case: They who neglect the time of grace; They cry for help, but O too late! When once they share their lot and fate.

Verse 6

The worldlilng pray'd to get relief, To metigate his pain and grief; But father Abr'am could not grant that cooling drop which he did want.

Verse 7

If we seek heaven here on earth, We loose the heav'n of greater worth; To bear the Cross with Jesus here, Intitles us to glory there.

Verse 8

Dear Saviour, make us truly wise, All sinful pleasures to despise-- The greatest evil we can do: That is to choose our heav'n below.