1 O Lord! through Thee we own
A new and heavenly birth,
Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,
Though sojourners of earth.

2 How glorious is the hour,
When first our souls awake,
Through Thy mysterious spirit's power,
And of new life partake.

3 With richer beauty glows
The world, before so fair;
Her holy light religion throws,
Reflected everywhere.

4 The life which Thou hast given,
O Lord! shall never end;
The grave is but the path to heaven,
And death is now our friend.