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Verse 1
Bless’d be the Father and his love:
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
Verse 2
Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
Verse 3
We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Verse 4
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
Isaac Watts, “Bless'd Be the Father and His Love”