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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Savior there,
We shall be like our Head.
Verse 3
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 4
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 5
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry,
And thou the kindred own.
Otterbein 1890 No. 337
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
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 3
A hope so much Divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 4
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 5
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”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 608 · S.M. · (Leighton)