1 While carnal men, with all their might
Earth's vanities pursue,
How slow th' advances which I make,
With heaven itself in view!

2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;
Great God, my love inflame;
Religion, without zeal and love,
Is but an empty name.

3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,
May I with fervor strive;
And all these powers employ for thee,
Which I from thee derive.