GOD of unspotted purity, Us and our works canst thou behold! Justly we are...

GOD of unspotted purity, Us and our works canst thou behold! Justly we are abhorred by thee, For we are neither hot nor cold.

We call thee Lord, thy faith profess, But do not from our hearts obey; In soft Laodicean ease We sleep our useless lives away.

We live in pleasure, and are dead, In search of fame and wealth we live: Commanded in thy steps to tread, We seek sometimes, but never strive.

A lifeless form we still retain; Of this we make our empty boast, Nor know the name we take in vain; The power of godliness is lost!

How long, great God, have we appeared Abominable in thy sight! Better that we had never heard Thy word, or seen the gospel light.

Better that we had never known The way to heaven through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown, And slight and mock thee to thy face.

Thou rather wouldst that we were cold, Than seem to serve thee without zeal; Less guilty if, with those of old, We worshipped Thor and Woden still.

Less grievous will the judgment-day To Sodom and Gomorrah prove, Than us, who cast our faith away, And trample on thy richer love.