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Behold, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed
On members of a fallen race,
To make them sons of God.
By his dear Son redeemed,
By grace then purified;
What favor that we should be named
For Christ's jointheir and bride!
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 purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, The Lord, is pure.
Now in our Father's love
We share a filial part;
He grants the spirit from above
To dwell within each heart.
We can no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our hearts now Abba, Father, cry,
And he the kindred owns.