When filthy passions, or unjust,
Professors’ minds control,
When men give up the reins to lust,
And interest sways the whole;

Or when they seek themselves to please,
Decline each thorny road,
Indulge their sloth, consult their ease,
And slight the fear of God.

The faith is vain such men profess,
It comes not from above;
The righteous man doth right­eous­ness,
And true faith works by love.

Men’s actions with their minds will suit,
By them the heart is viewed,
A tree that bears corrupted fruit,
Cannot be callèd good.

The Chris­tian seeks his brother’s good,
Sometimes beyond his own;
Or, if self interest will intrude,
It does not reign alone.

Help us, dear Lord, to honor Thee,
Let our good works abound:
Thou art that green, that faithful tree,
From Thee our fruit is found.