English poem
Lxxx. [68]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“This your excuse shews your abuse of things ordain’d for good. And doth declare you guilty are of my dear Flesh and Blood. Wherefore those Seals and precious Meals you put so much upon As things Divine, they Seal and Sign you to Perditi-on.“
Another sort of Hypocrites make their pleas.
LXXXI.
Then forth issue another Crew (those being silencéd), Who drawing nigh to the Most High, adventure thus to plead: “We sinners were,” say they, “’tis clear, deserving condemnation; But did not we rely on thee, O Christ, for whole Salvation?