The Cyber Hymnal ‎#13704

13704. Fools Make A Mock At Sin

1 Fools make a mock at sin,
And with destruction sport;
But death will stop their simple grin,
And cut their laughter short.

2 Bethink, oh, thoughtless man,
What misery sin brings forth;
All sorrow, sickness, want, and pain,
From sin receive their birth.

3 On angels sin has cast
Destruction without end;
Through sin the heav’nly form they lost,
And sunk into a fiend!

4 The sin thou lovest well,
At last will make thee mourn;
It has blown up a fire in hell,
Which will for ever burn.

5 Sin bringeth ghastly woe,
Yet comes with leering face!
Regard it as thy deadly foe,
And fly its foul embrace.

6 Lord, give me godly fear,
And keep me watchful, too,
Else I may sit in scorner’s chair,
And mock as scorners do.

Text Information

• First Line: Fools make a mock at sin
• Title: Fools Make A Mock At Sin
• Author: John Berridge
• Meter: SM
• Language: English
• Source: Sion's Songs (London: Vallance & Conder, 1785)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tunes: LAKE ENON by Isaac B. Woodbury, MONSELL by Joseph Barnby, RHODES by Charles W. Jordan

Tune Information

• Name: MORNINGTON
• Composer: Garrett Colley Wellesley (1760, arr.)
• Meter: SM
• Key: E Major
• Source: David's Harp, 1805
• Copyright: Public Domain