1 Vain are the hopes that rebels place Upon their birth and blood, Descended from a pious race; (Their fathers now with God.)
2 He from the caves of earth and hell Can take the hardest stones, And fill the house of Abra'm well With new-created sons.
3 Such wondrous power doth he possess Who form'd our mortal frame, Who call'd the world from emptiness, The world obey'd and came.