
Isaac Watts, 1709
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Behold the amazing gift of love The Father hath bestowed On us, the sinful sons of men, To call us sons of God!
2. Concealed as yet this honor lies, |
3. High is the rank we now possess; But higher we shall rise; Though what we shall hereafter be Is hid from mortal eyes.
4. Our souls, we know, when He appears, |
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5. A hope so great, and so divine, May trials well endure; And purge the soul from sense and sin, As Christ Himself is pure. |

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