Religion is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;
May I its great importance learn,
Its sov’reign virtues know.
More needful this than glitt’ring wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Nor reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.
Religion should our thoughts engage
Amidst our youthful bloom;
‘Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.
O, may my heart by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer’s throne;
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.
Let deep repentance, faith, and love
Be joined with godly fear,
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.
Preserve me from the snares of sin
Thru my remaining days,
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Redeemer’s praise.