| Song | Let Others Boast Their Ancient |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | Let Others Boast Their Ancient |
| Theme(s) | Spirit Of Adoption |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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Let Others Boast Their Ancient Line,
In Long Succession Great;
In The Proud List Let Heroes Shine,
And Monarchs Swell The State,
Descended From The King Of Kings,
Each Saint A Nobler Title Sings.
Pronounce Me, Gracious God, Thy Son,
Own Me An Heir Divine;
I’ll Pity Princes On The Throne,
When I Can Call Thee Mine:
Scepters And Crowns Unenvied Rise,
And Lose Their Luster In My Eyes.
Content, Obscure, I Pass My Days,
To All I Meet Unknown,
And Wait Till Thou Thy Child Shalt Raise,
And Seat Me Near Thy Throne:
No Name, No Honors Here I Crave,
Well Pleased With Those Beyond The Grave.
Jesus, My Elder Brother, Lives;
With Him I, Too, Shall Reign;
Nor Sin, Nor Death, While He Survives,
Shall Make The Promise Vain;
In Him My Title Stands Secure,
And Shall While Endless Years Endure.
When He, In Robes Divinely Bright,
Shall Once Again Appear,
Thou, Too, My Soul, Shalt Shine In Light,
And His Full Image Bear:
Enough! I Wait The Appointed Day
Blessed Saviour, Haste, And Come Away!
