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 Abr'am well
With new created sons.
3 Such wondrous pow'r doth he possess,
Who form'd our mortal frame;
Who call'd the world from emptiness;
The world obey'd and came.
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First Line: | Vain are the hopes that rebels place |
Title: | Stones made the children of Abraham: or, grace not conveyed by religious parents |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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