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Text: | Behold what wondrous grace |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
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 | |
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First Line: | Behold what wondrous grace |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1835 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm |