What is the least that I can do,
And make it still to heaven?
How little can I give God his due,
And still be one of the chosen?
How close to sin can I approach,
Without a damning stain?
(Of course, I’ll not let Satan encroach
Upon God’s earthly reign.)
We’ll pay the preacher a handsome sum
To do our Christian work;
We’ll keep him under our heavy thumb,
So he’ll not fail nor shirk.
We’ll occupy our weekly pew,
Until the summer arrives,
And wear the name of the faithful Few,
Until we meet up with Dives.