Romans 2

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^4-5-6-7-8Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn

of God’s long‐suff’ring grace?

And whence this madness that insults

th’ Almighty to his face?

2 Is it because his patience waits,

and pitying bowels move,

You multiply transgressions more,

and scorn his offer’d love?

3 Dost thou not know, self‐blinded man!

his goodness is design’d

To wake repentance in thy soul,

and melt thy harden’d mind?

4 And wilt thou rather chuse to meet

th’ Almighty as thy foe,

And treasure up his wrath in store

against the day of woe?

5 Soon shall that fatal day approach

that must thy sentence seal,

And righteous judgments, now unknown,

in awful pomp reveal;

6 While they, who full of holy deeds

to glory seek to rise,

Continuing patient to the end,

shall gain th’ immortal prize.