But the gospel word condems them Shows a meek & lowly way Travelers few but Christ defends them While they strive to watch & pray
Thes though few are bound for heaven Self denying humble low Knowing all their sins forgiven Persecuted here below
Lord the number keep increasing Though the beast may rage & war And thy Kingdom without ceasing Grow & spread from shore to shore
Hireling priests are sore tormented for their craft in danger stands Every plot has been invented To uphold their popish plans