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.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #7052||Vain Are the Hopes That Rebels Place||Vain are the hopes that rebels place||YORK||Isaac Watts||CM||<cite>Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I</cite>, 1707, number 99|