Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn

Verse 1

Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn Of God’s long-suff’ring grace? and whence this madness that insults th’ Almighty to his face?

Verse 2

Is it because his patience waits, and pitying bowels move, you multiply transgressions more, and scorn his offer'd love?

Verse 3

Dost thou not know, self-blinded man! his goodness is design'd to wake repentance in thy soul, and melt thy harden'd mind?

Verse 4

And wilt thou rather chuse to meet th’ Almighty as thy foe, and treasure up his wrath in store against the day of woe?

Verse 5

Soon shall that fatal day approach that must thy sentence seal, and righteous judgments, now unknown, in awful pomp reveal;

Verse 6

while they, who full of holy deeds to glory seek to rise, continuing patient to the end, shall gain th’ immortal prize.