Vain are all forms prescrib'd by art

Vain are all forms prescrib'd by art, All outward modes of worship vain; An honest, gen'rous, pious heart, Can only true acceptance gain.

FAREWELL, ye vain, I hate your ways, Ye grov'ling sons of pride, adieu; Poor av'rice, how thy hope decays! Thy steps I tremble to pursue. To Sion's hill I lift my eye, To Sion's hill direct my feet; From all things learn to live and die, From all the vile and vain retreat.