Hymn 1:64 [Behold What Wondrous Grace]

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Title:     Hymn 1:64 [Behold What Wondrous Grace]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Adoption, 1 John 3. 1 &c. Gal. 4. 6.

Behold what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow'd
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 Saviour 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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:64 [Behold What Wondrous Grace]

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