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CCCXLV. Forms vain without religion

1 Almighty Maker, God!
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creation's 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 tis form'd again.

6 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: Dr. Watts
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Worship: Public Worship; Pride lamented; Public Religion (1 more...)
Source: Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems
Notes: Public Domain.
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