Pleasant Hill

Lyrics

Religion is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;
May I its great importance learn,
Its sov’reign virtues know.
More needed 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.