Not All The Outward Forms On Earth,
Nor Rites That God Has Given,
Nor Will Of Man, Nor Blood, Nor Birth,
Can Raise A Soul To Heaven.

The Sovereign Will Of God Alone
Creates Us Heirs Of Grace;
Born In The Image Of His Son,
A New, Peculiar Race.

The Spirit, Like Some Heavenly Wind,
Blows On The Sons Of Flesh,
New-Models All The Carnal Mind,
And Forms The Man Afresh.

Our Quickened Souls Awake And Rise
From The Long Sleep Of Death;
On Heavenly Things We Fix Our Eyes,
And Praise Employs Our Breath.