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Hymn 95

Regeneration.

John 1:13; 3:3, etc.

Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has giv’n,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heav’n.

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 heav’nly 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 heav’nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.


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Poem Hymn 95 - Isaac Watts