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Hymn #598: Behold, What Wond'Rous Grace

Hymn #597 Hymn #599

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598 (S.M.) Isaac Watts

Behold, what wond'rous grace

The Father has bestowed

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 there

We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from guilt 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.

Hymn #597 Hymn #599