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Father divine, in grateful love
We bow before Thy face,
While for Thy gift unspeakable
Our souls o'erflow with praise;
Thine only Son, Thy heart's delight
Far back, ere time began,
Thou in Thy boundless love didst give
To die for ruined man.
Thou gavest Him, well knowing all
That lay before Him here ---
The thorny crown, the purple robe,
The gall, the cruel spear;
And in that hour of woe supreme
Did Jesus bear our sin ---
The patient, holy, suffering Lamb,
Of God forsaken then.
Father, this mystery of love
Must all our praise excel:
No human, no angelic tongue
Its wondrous depths can tell;
For what were we that Thou on us
Such love shouldst ever pour?
We bow, and, filled with joy and awe,
Father and Son adore.
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