Stay, thou too hap­py sin­ner, stay,
Smooth glid­ing down the flow­ery way,
The broad, fre­quent­ed road;
Gay wretch, that dost in plea­sure live,
And all thy joy from earth re­ceive,
Thy soul is dead to God!

When death doth soul and bo­dy part,
If dead to God ev­en then thou art,
Excluded from the skies,
Shut up in dark­ness pal­pa­ble,
And just­ly left to its own hell,
Thy soul for ev­er dies.