The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#I.64

I.64. Hymn 64

Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

'Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their king,
God's everlasting Son.

Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Savior here,
We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

Text Information

• First Line: Behold what wondrous grace
• Title: Hymn 64
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Scripture:
  1 John 3:1
  ;
  Galatians 4:6

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