Then you are a child of God,
Thus like Him, though formed of the sod,
Reborn by His passion and blood,
You’re made in His semblance, and saved from your sin.
You bear, then, His image, His seed:
The Word He has given to heed.
Adopted as children, indeed,
The Spirit indwelling to make us His kin.
And He as the father-hood mold,
All human relations, behold,
Reflect but the model He told,
Analogous meant to reflect us to Him.
So break illegitimate ties,
The world, they our Father despise,
Not sold to their sin or their vise,
But joined to the church, the bride He defends.
And you both know God and have seen,
Made holy as He’s always been,
Not guilty, or lawless, but clean,
Beholding that love, and named after Him.