Acts 2: His servants now they drunkards name

His servants now they drunkards name,
And all His saints the honour claim,
FilFd by His Spirit from above,
With power, sobriety, and love.
The modern infidels are bold
In comments to surpass the old,
With blind unskilful irhpuden e
They tell us what religion means,
And causes natural assign
To' effects miraculous, Divine.

Opposers of the Spirit's course
They His ascribe to fancy's force,
His peace is — "a complexion good,"
His love — "a milkiness of blood,"
And all our strange delights and pains
"The texture of the nerves " explains.

Joy in the Lord, or grief confess'd,
Is " spirits elated, or depress'd;"
The truths of grace delusion seem
To them, and faith " a madman's dream ":
No difference can their wisdom find
For all is dark, when hearts are blind!