1 The Father's Love to Man, so free,
Made us the Fulness of the son:
The Son, he wills that we should be
With him, where e'er he is, as one.
2 In him a new Creation made,
No more to fail, but to endure;
Where we the Members, he the Head,
One Body, we're conceived pure.
3 In him, in his mysterious Birth,
Born in him as that holy Thing,
Whose Praise, as God espous'd to Earth,
The Angels Host with Joy did sing.
4 In him together circumcis'd,
When all our Filthiness of Flesh,
Which God in Holiness despis'd,
Was quite put off in Righteousness.
5 In him, in all the Works he wrought;
In him together crucify'd;
In him, as risen without Fault,
And in him fully glorify'd.
6 With him, where e'er he was, we were,
In all Conditions still the same;
With him, where e'er he is, we are,
And as him pure and free from Blame.
7 In seeing him, ourselves we see,
And all his Glory as our own;
Our Joy is full, the Son is free,
And Jesus wears th' eternal Crown.
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