But Few Among the Carnal Wise

But few among the car­nal wise

But few of no­ble race

Obtain the fa­vor of Thine eyes

Almighty King of grace.

He takes the men of mean­est name

For sons and heirs of God;

And thus He pours abun­dant shame

On hon­or­able blood.

He calls the fool

and makes him know

The mys­te­ries of His grace

To bring as­pir­ing wis­dom low

And all its pride abase.

Nature has all its glo­ries lost

When brought be­fore His throne;

No flesh shall in His pre­sence boast

But in the Lord alone.