Matthew 3:9: Sons of the church, yourselves who deem

Sons of the church, yourselves who deem
The temple of the Lord,
Awake out of your fatal dream,
And tremble at the word;
Howe'er your privileges ye boast,
On outward helps rely.
Ye all must finally be lost,
Vho unconverted die.

Long as the things of earth ye love,
Nor will from sin depart,
Your own pretensions ye disprove.
Poor heathens still in heart;
Members of the true church in vain,
Unchanged and unforgiven.
Unless ye all are born again.
Ye cannot enter heaven.