1 Religion is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;
May all its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtue know.

2 More needful this, than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom,
'Twill fist us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.

4 O may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdu'd,
His government to own!

5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;
And all our conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Redeemer's praise.

7 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.