1 Ye, who in former days,
Were found at Zion's gate;
Who walk'd awhile in wisdom's ways,
And told your happy state;

2 But now to sin draw back,
And love again to stray,
The narrow path of life forsake,
And choose the beaten way;

3 Think not your names above
Are written with the saints;
The promise of eternal love
Is his who never faints.

4 Your transient joy and peace
Your deeper doom have seal'd,
Unless you wake to righteousness,
Ere judgment is reveal'd.