Man, bewail thy situation;

Man, bewail thy situation;
Hell-born sin, once crept in,
Mars God's fair creation.

Vaunt thy native strength no longer;
Vain's the boast; all is lost;
Sin and death are stronger.

Enemies to God and goodness,
Great and small, since the fall,
Sink in lust and lewdness.

If to this thou art a stranger,
While thou liest out of Christ,
Greater is thy danger.

Trust not to thy smooth behaviour;
All's deceit; and the cheat
Keeps thee from the Saviour.

Oft we're best when dangers fright us,
Jesus came to reclaim
Sinners, not the righteous.

Sick men feel their bad condition;
But the soul that is whole
Slights the good Physician.