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Behold, what love, what boundless love
The Father hath bestowed on us,
That we should be the sons of God,
And share His righteousness.
Behold, what love, behold, what love
The Father hath bestowed,
That we should be the sons of God,
Through Jesus’ precious blood.
Oh, wondrous grace! how can it be
That we, who were conceived in sin,
Should rank with heaven’s family—
Of God be born again!
Behold, what love, behold, what love
The Father hath bestowed,
That we should be the sons of God,
Through Jesus’ precious blood.
When sons, we are the heirs of God,
And rich joint-heirs with Christ the Son;
When sanctified through Jesus’ blood,
Our heritage we own.
Behold, what love, behold, what love
The Father hath bestowed,
That we should be the sons of God,
Through Jesus’ precious blood.
All sons of God must holy be;
All do our Father’s image bear;
None but the pure in heart shall see
His face, and heaven share.
Behold, what love, behold, what love
The Father hath bestowed,
That we should be the sons of God,
Through Jesus’ precious blood.
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