Versos English Michael Wigglesworth Lxxx. [68]

English poem

Lxxx. [68]

by (1631–1705)

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“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?