21.  Wondrous Grace

1
Behold, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed
On members of a fallen race,
To make them sons of God.

2
By his dear Son redeemed,
By grace then purified;
What favor that we should be named
For Christ’s joint-heir and bride!

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.

4
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, The Lord, is pure.

5
Now in our Father’s love
We share a filial part;
He grants the spirit from above
To dwell within each heart.

6
We can no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our hearts now Abba, Father, cry,
And he the kindred owns.