1 Thou must be born again!
Such was the solemn word
To him who came, not all in vain,
By night to seek his Lord.

2 Thou must be born again!
But not the birth of clay;
The immortal seed must thence obtain
Deliverance into day.

3 Thou, in thy inmost mind,
Must own the same control;
The same regenerating wind
Must move and guide thy soul.

4 Thou canst not choose but trace
The steps the Master trod,
If once thou feel his truth and grace,
A conscious child of God.

5 The mortal's birth is past;
The immortal's birth must be;
Seek well and thou shalt find at last
That blest nativity.