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WONDROUS GRACE




Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!


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


íTis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
Godís everlasting Son.


Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.


A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.


If in my Fatherís love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.


We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall "Abba, Father," cry,
And thou the kindred own.


---Alternative verses---


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


It doth not yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.


Hopes that are so divine,
may trials well endure,
And purify our souls from sin,
As Christ the lord is pure.


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


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


If in my Fatherís Love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.


If in our Fatherís love
We share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon each heart.


We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall "Abba, Father," cry,
And thou the kindred own.


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

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1707
      Bible Refs: Gal 4:6; 1 Jn 3:1-3;
      MUSIC
      Name: SWABIA
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1745,1847
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
        6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
        6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
        6 6 8 6 (S.M.)

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