ABBA, FATHER! WE ADORE THEE
1. Abba, Father! We
adore Thee,
Humbly now our
homage pay;
'Tis Thy children's
bliss to know Thee,
None but children
"Abba" say.
This high honor we
inherit,
Thy free gift through
Jesus' blood;
God the Spirit,
with our spirit,
witnesseth we're
sons of God.
2. Thine own
purpose gave us being,
When in Christ, in
that vast plan,
Thou in Christ
didst choose Thy people
E'en before the
world began.
Oh, what love Thou,
Father, bore us!
Oh, how precious in
Thy sight!
When to Thine own
Son Thou gav'st us,
To Thy Son, Thy
soul's delight.
3. Though our
nature's fall in Adam
Shut us wholly out
from God,
Thine eternal
counsel brought us
Nearer still,
through Jesus' blood;
For in Him we found
redemption,
Grace and glory in
Thy son;
O the height and
depth of mercy!
Christ and His
redeemed are one.
4. Hence, through
all the changing seasons,
Trouble, sickness,
sorrow, woe,
Nothing changeth
Thine affections,
Love divine shall bring
us through;
Soon shall all Thy
blood-bought children
Round the throne
their anthems raise,
And, in songs of
rich salvation,
Shout to Thine
eternal praise.
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