Text: | Adoption |
1 Behold what wondrous Grace
The Father has bestow'd
On Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God!
2 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made
But when we see our Saviour here
we shall be like our Head.
3 Lord, arm us with this Hope
All Trials to endure:
O purge our Souls from Sense and Sin,
As thou our God art pure.
4 If in my Father's Love
I share filial Part,
Show'r down thy Influence, holy Dove,
And rest upon my Heart.
6 We wou'd no longer lie
like Slaves beneath the Throne;
O let us Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the Kindred own!
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First Line: | Behold what wondrous Grace |
Title: | Adoption |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |