From God he's a backslider,
Of ways he loves the wider;
With wickedness a sider,
More venom than a spider.
In sin he's a considerer,
A make-bate and divider;
Blind reason is his guider,
The devil is his rider.
More verses by John Bunyan
- Of Heaven
- Meditations Upon A Candle
- Who Would True Valour See
- Of Hell And The Estate Of Those Who Perish
- A Boy And Watchmaker