Verse 1
What multitudes to God draw near
In forms devoid of life or power,
Usurp the sacred character,
Themselves instead of Christ adore!
From self their whole religion flows,
Their worship is all false and vain,
Who dare on simple souls impose
The doctrines, rules, and laws of man.
Verse 2
Thee, Lord, that I may serve aright,
Still let my heart approach to Thee,
Find in thy will its whole delight,
And pant for all thy purity!
The honour which Thou dost require,
The worship which Thou wilt approve,
Is, following with an heart intire
The God of holiness and love.