When men, pre­tend­ing to be wise,
Forsook plain na­ture’s rule,
Their minds in end­less mazes lost,
The man be­came the fool.

Tho’ na­ture showed the One su­preme,
Fancy soon marred her book;
And for the God that made the world,
His va­ri­ous works mis­took.

Sun, moon, and stars, are first ado­red,
Then man is made di­vine;
Each peo­ple form their guard­ian god,
And bow be­fore his shrine.

The na­tions still more stu­pid grow,
And turn to ve­ry stocks;
The learned Egypt­ian’s god be­hold,
It is a graz­ing ox.

Blush, Is­ra­el, blush, the chos­en seed
Into like mad­ness run;
Israel first saved, then bid to hear
The Lord their God was one.

Their gods above, and gods be­low,
Let hea­then na­tions frame;
One is our God, and Fa­ther, too,
Jehovah is His name.