English poem
HYMN XV. Regeneration, John 1.13. and iii.3 &c
by Anonymous
Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites which 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, Breathes on the sons of flesh; Creates anew 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.
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