Vain are the hopes that rebels place Upon their birth and blood, Descended from a pious race; Their fathers now with God.
He from the caves of earth and hell Can take the hardest stones, And fill the house of Abram well With new-created sons.
Such wondrous power doth he possess Who formed our mortal frame, Who called the world from emptiness, The world obeyed and came.
~ Isaac Watts
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *