When Filthy Passions, or Unjust

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.