Matthew 25:30: Cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer, &c

Why was he doom'd to endless pain?
He did not what he might have done,
Received the grace of God in vain,
As given him for himself alone:
His talent small he did not waste:
He did not use it for his Lord,
But loiter'd on till time was pass'd.
And found in hell his just reward.

The soul is unto Tophet thrust,
Consign'd to everlasting pain,
For that, on which the many trust
Assured salvation to obtain:
And O, what crowds his doom shall feel,
Who keep their talents unemploy'd,
Shut out from heaven, shut up in hell
For doing neither harm nor good!
If God the slothful wretch reject
That hides a single gift or grace.
What punishment may they expect
Who might do good to half our race!
Who all their time and fortune lose:
Who not contented to conceal.
Their talents manifold abuse;
They claim for theirs the deepest hell.