Hymn CLXXXI. Long Metre. Christians, the Sons of God

Not all the nobles of the earth, Who boast the honours of their birth, Such real dignity can claim, As those who bear the Christian name.

To them the privilege is given, To be the sons and heirs of heaven; Sons of the God, who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky.

On them, a happy, chosen race, Their father pours his richest grace; To them his counsels he imparts, And writes his law within their hearts.

When thro' temptation they rebel, His chastening rod he makes them feel; Then with a father's tender heart, He sooths the pain and heals the smart.

Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye, Leads them from earth to heaven above, And crowns them with eternal love.

Have I the honour, Lord, to be One of this numerous family? On me thy gracious gift bestow To call my God, my father too.

So may my conduct ever prove, My filial piety and love; Whilst all my brethren clearly trace, Their father's image in my face.