Isaac Watts, 1709
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,
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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