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Hymn 1:99 (vain Are The Hopes That Rebels Place) Post by :MrSonic Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :July 2011 Read :2541

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Hymn 1:99 (vain Are The Hopes That Rebels Place)

Stones made children of Abraham; or, Grace not
conveyed by religious parents, Matt. 3. 9.


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 Abra'm well
With new-created sons.

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.




(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:99 (Vain Are The Hopes That Rebels Place)

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