554 | 1 John 3:1-3 | SM | |
BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God. |
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2 | ’Tis no surprising thing That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God’s everlasting Son. |
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3 | Nor does it yet appear How great we must be made; But, when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. |
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4 | A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. |
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5 | If in my Father’s love I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. |
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6 | I would no longer lie A slave beneath the throne; My faith shall, ‘Abba, Father,’ cry, And Thou the kindred own. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |