XXXV + 

Private Judgment + 

Poor wand’rers, ye are sore distress’d + 

To find that path which Christ has bless’d, + 

Track’d by His saintly throng; + 

Each claims to trust his own weak will, + 

Blind idol!⁠—so ye languish still, + 

All wranglers and all wrong. + 

He saw of old, and met your need, + 

Granting you prophets of His creed, + 

The throes of fear to swage; + 

They fenced the rich bequest He made, + 

And sacred hands have safe convey’d + 

Their charge from age to age. + 

Wand’rers! come home! obey the call! + 

A Mother pleads, who ne’er let fall + 

One grain of Holy Truth; + 

Warn you and win she shall and must, + 

For now she lifts her from the dust, + 

To reign as in her youth. + 