C-hosen children of God
A-re found in the fold;
R-ight path they tread on,
M-aking sure they uphold.
E-lected as true servants,
L-ife eternal they are promised;
I-n the heavenly abode,
T-he fortunate ones will
A-ll rest.
F-reed from the chain of darkness,
U-nder the love of Christ;
E-ven on sixteenth day of July,
N-ever can lies blind their eyes.
T-hey're forgiven of their sin,
E-ffected by the Lord's precious blood;
S-alvation is indeed reserved for the chosen children of God.
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