1 In what confusion earth appears!
God’s dearest children bathed in tears;
While they, who Heav’n itself deride
Riot in luxury and pride.

2 But patient let my soul attend,
And, ere I censure, view the end:
That end how different who can tell?
The wide extremes of Heav’n and hell.

3 See the red flames around him twine,
Who did in gold and purple shine!
Nor can his tongue one drop obtain
T’allay the scorching of his pain.

4 While round the saint, so poor below,
Full rivers of salvation flow;
On Abram’s breast he leans his head,
And banquets on celestial bread.

5 Jesus, my Savior, let me share
The meanest of Thy servants’ fare:
May I at last approach to taste
The blessings of Thy marriage feast.