The Christian’s love is not so far from hate.
Impassioned are the servants of the King
Who feel no fear for their own reckoning,
Defiling mouths that of His flesh have ate,
Whose words for other churches satiate
An outlaw of a dark and thrashing wing,
Who does not want the Church to stand and sing
As one, rather, to join him in his fate.
But if the lost confess we are remiss
And we accept His undeserved grace,
The Lord would save us from the cold abyss,
Correct our errors in His warm embrace;
The Church increase in wisdom and in bliss
When Truth is dancing with us face-to-face.