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 Through my remaining days, And in me let each virtue shine To my Redeemer's praise.