Not all the outward forms on earth (Hymn, Isaac Watts)

Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has giv’n,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to Heav’n.

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 heav’nly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
New-models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

Our quickened souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heav’nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.,