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Hymn 64 by Isaac Watts
Adoption.
1 John 3:1ff; Gal. 4:6.
Behold what wondrous 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 Savior 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.
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