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.