English poem
Cxliii. [122]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“God hath no joy to crush or ’stroy, and ruin wretched wights; But to display the glorious Ray of Justice he delights. To manifest he doth detest, and throughly hate all sin, By plaguing it as is most fit— this shall him Glory win.“
Some pretend they were shut out of Heaven by God’s Decree.