XC. Forms vain without Religion

1 Almighty Maker, God!
How glorious is thy name!
Thy wonders now diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creations frame!

2 Nature in every dress
her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' express
thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

4 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform,
Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

5 Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er be true
Until its form'd again.

5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul, ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

Text Information
First Line: Almighty Maker, God!
Title: Forms vain without Religion
Author: Watts
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Topic: The Christian Life
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