Matthew 13: And when the fiend is enter'd in

And when the fiend is enter'd in,
We cloke our covetous desire,
We justify our gainful sin,
Till Satan pays his slaves their hire.

Riches with unsuspected art
Allure, and while they smile, betray.
Put out the eyes, harden the heart,
Steal all our real goods away,
sik. Joab false, the sword conceal,
And kiss, and smile us into hell.

With anger, pride, and worldly love
The poor possessor's heart they fill,
They choke his hope of joys above,
The life of piety they kill.
His time, and thoughts and soul engross.
And make him hate the Saviour's cross.

Yet still the worldly fool desires,
And eagerly pursues his bane,
Till God a strict account requires,
Till stripp'd of all his fatal gain.
His soul into the pit descends;
And there the dire delusion ends.