Behold, what love, what bound­less love,
The Fa­ther hath be­stowed
On sin­ners lost, that we should be
Now called the sons of God!

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Behold, what man­ner of love!
What man­ner of love the Fa­ther
Hath be­stowed up­on us,
That we, that we should be called,
Should be called the sons of God!

No long­er far from Him but now
By pre­cious blood made nigh,
Accepted in the well be­loved,
Near to God’s heart we lie.

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What we in glo­ry soon shall be,
It doth not yet ap­pear;
But when our pre­cious Lord we see,
We shall His im­age bear.

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With such a bless­èd hope in view,
We would more ho­ly be,
More like our ris­en, glo­ri­ous Lord,
Whose face we soon shall see.

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