Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,

Scarce can endure delay of execution,

Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my 

			Soul in a moment.



Damned below Judas:  more abhorred than he was,

Who for a few pence sold his holy Master.

Twice betrayed Jesus me, this last delinquent,

			Deems the profanest.



Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:

Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;

Therefore hell keeps her ever hungry mouths all

			Bolted against me.



Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;

Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors;

I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence

			Worse than Abiram's.



Him the vindictive rod of angry justice

Sent quick and howling to the center headlong;

I, fed with judgment, in a fleshly tomb, am

			Buried above ground.