IW
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow’d
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
’Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God’s everlasting Son.
Verse 3
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.
Verse 4
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 5
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 6
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
Isaac Watts, “Behold What Wondrous Grace”