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Hymn 99

 Stones made children of Abraham.
Matt.
3:9.
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 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.

Poem by Isaac Watts
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