Having as he thought, clear’d his way,
They sang, and then began to pray;
He left his elevated station,
And went among his congregation,
Of the great things he’d dwelt upon,
He ask’d them questions, one by one,
And if advice or help was needing,
For penitents who then were pleading.
They still went on to sing and pray,
The good, old-fashioned gospel way;
And closer press’d the invitation,
Until ’twas time for separation.
But such unusual proceeding,
They say completely spoil’d the meeting;—
That preacher’s conduct is unstable,
Who cannot keep behind the table!
Preachers ought not to come so nigh,
Into the soul’s affairs to pry;
For whether they be saved or no,
Is more than they’ve a right to know.
Such bold presuming impudence,
To some might prove a great offence;—
Going and asking one by one,
How they for Heaven are getting on!
They say they’ll come to preaching still,
If she one promise will fulfil;
That is as long as she is able,
Will keep the man behind the table.
Those hearers now are far too thin,
Who like a lusty, loud “Amen!”
And folks have now a taste so fine,
A semiquaver breaks the line!
Ye men of God, the truth enforce,
You cannot press the thing too close,
If you would do the people good,
Or clear your conscience of their blood.
When your sermon is completed,
Then your aid is further needed;
To lift up still your warning voice,
Nor leave the people to their choice.