Stay, Thou Too Happy Sinner, Stay

Stay

thou too hap­py sin­ner

stay

Smooth glid­ing down the flow­ery way

The broad

fre­quent­ed road;

Gay wretch

that dost in plea­sure live

And all thy joy from earth re­ceive

Thy soul is dead to God!

When death doth soul and bo­dy part

If dead to God ev­en then thou art

Excluded from the skies

Shut up in dark­ness pal­pa­ble

And just­ly left to its own hell

Thy soul for ev­er dies.