Base hypocrites. They had a qualmish conscience about the harmless pieces of money, but none concerning thee murder they had perpetrated! They remind us of those who are zealous for their church, and yet continue in sin.
Lord! when I read the traitor’s doom,
To his own place consign’d,
What holy fear, and humble hope,
Alternate fill my mind!
Traitor to thee I too have been,
But saved by matchless grace,
Or else the lowest, hottest hell
Had surely been my place.
Blest Lamb of God! thy sovereign grace
To all around I’ll tell,
Which made a place in glory mine,
Whose just desert was hell.