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Text: | The Glories of Adoption |
Author: | Watts |
1 Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God.
2 ’Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God’s everlasting Son.
3 Nor does it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour there,
We shall be like our Head.
4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
For we, as sons in Christ, are made
As pure as he is pure.
5 If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie
Like slaves before thy throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Behold what wondrous grace |
Title: | The Glories of Adoption |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Adoption |