Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

737 (S.M.) Joseph Hoskins

Religion's form is vain,

While we deny its pow'r;

What will the hypocrite obtain,

In death's tremendous hour?

Now he may credit gain,

And in his affluence roll;

But all his profit will be pain,

When God shall take his soul.

Then, oh what dread surprise,

What horror and dismay,

When death shall open wide his eyes,

And tear his mask away!

Lord, search and know my heart,

And make my soul sincere;

And bid hypocrisy depart,

And keep my conscience clear.