1 But few among the carnal wise, But few of noble race, Obtain the favour of thine eyes, Almighty King of Grace.
2 He takes the men of meanest name For sons and heirs of God; And thus he pours abundant shame On honourable blood.
3 He calls the fool, and makes him know The mysteries of his grace, To bring aspiring wisdom low, And all its pride abase.
4 Nature has all its glories lost When brought before his throne; No flesh shall in his presence boast But in the Lord alone.