1. Ye simple souls who stray Far from the path of peace, That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness, Why will ye folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God?

2. Madness and misery Ye count our life beneath, And nothing great or good can see Or glorious in our death. But thru the Holy Ghost We witness better things, For he whose blood is all our boast Has made us priests and kings.

3. Riches unsearchable In Jesus’ love we know, And pleasures springing from the well Of life our souls o’erflow. As we seek heav’nly bliss, Angels our steps attend, And God himself our Father is, And Jesus is our Friend.

4. With him we walk in white; We in his image shine; Our robes are robes of glorious light, Our righteousness divine. On all the kings of earth With pity we look down And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never-fading crown.