Numbers 33:55: Ah! foolish souls, the' accursed race

Ah! foolish souls, the' accursed race
Who will not utterly expel,
But suffer sin to keep its place,
But let it in your border dwell I
The' indwelling sin for which ye plead
Shall pierce you through with cruel pains,
Shall make your heart and conscience bleed,
And plague you with its dire remains.

Will ye the hateful relics spare,
And say, it is the Saviour's will?
The thorns ye for yourselves prepare
Your wounded sides and eyes shall feel;
Vex'd by the foes ye leave within,
In vain for rest, or help ye cry.
For you, who choose to live with sin,
There's no redemption — till you die!