1 Far hence, each superstition vain,
Wild offspring of the human brain!
The truths, that fill thy hallow'd page,
My happier choice, great God! engage.

2 O ever faithful to thy word,
Do thou thy vital strength afford;
Thy help impart, eternal Sire!
Nor let my hope in shame expire.

3 Sustain'd by thy almighty aid,
What danger shall my soul invade?
Nor error's cloud, nor arts of sin
My soul from thy obedience win.