Text: | Behold! what wondrous grace |
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 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 a 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;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry,
And thou the kindred own.
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First Line: | Behold! what wondrous grace |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian System: Adoption And Sanctification; Acceptance with God |