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’s 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.