In all truth, I sorrow much for my race, the Jews,
And would forfeit my own salvation theirs to choose.
Through them Scripture's promises and patriarchs came,
And also Christ, who's over all, blessed be his Name.
Mind you, Israel's but partly Abraham's seed,
Those of the promise, not the flesh, are God's indeed.
God elects whom He will: gave Sarah's son to her,
Chose Isaac's son Jacob, though Esau was elder.
Some are shown mercy, some not; query not His way,
He's the Master potter, and you are but the clay.
He calls you now His own, by faith you have new life,
But Jews, going by the law, trip on the rock of Christ.
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