The Glories of Adoption. 1 John 3. 1-3; Rom. 8. 15
I. Watts S.M.
1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God.
2
’Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God’s everlasting Son.
3
Nor does it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour there,
We shall be like our Head.
4
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
For we, as sons in Christ, are made
As pure as he is pure.
5
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
6
We would no longer lie
Like slaves before thy throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
