I.LXIII | The Psalms of David#I.LXIV | I.LXV |
1 Behold what wondrous Grace
The Father has bestow'd
On Sinners of a Mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God!
2 'Tis now surprising Thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewush World knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.
3 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
4 A Hope so much Divine
May Trials well endure
May purge our Souls from Sense and Sin,
As Christ the lord is pure.
5 If in my Father's Love
I share filial Part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,
To rest upon my Heart.
6 We would no longer lie
like Slaves beneath the Throne;
My Faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the Kindred own.
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First Line: | Behold what wond'rous Grace |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Grace adopting; Saints adopted; Sons of God(1 more...) |