And force the wounded victim from his paws;
Who but for them would man’s whole race subdue,
For not a hireling will the foe pursue.
“Show me one Churchman who will rise and pray
Through half the night, though lab’ring all the day,
Always abounding - show me him, I say:” -
Thus cries the Preacher, and he adds, “Their sheep
Satan devours at leisure as they sleep.
Not so with us; we drive him from the fold,
For ever barking and for ever bold: