ABBA, FATHER! WE ADORE THEE

Abba, Father! we adore Thee,
Humbly now our homage pay:
'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee,
Welcomed through the living way:
This high honour we inherit,
Thy free gift through Jesus' blood;
God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth we're sons of God.

Thine own purpose gave us being,
When, in Christ, in that vast plan
Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people
E'en before the world began:
O what love the Father bore us!
O how precious in Thy sight!
When Thou gav'st Thy Church to Jesus,
Jesus, Son of Thy delight.

Though our nature's fall in Adam
Shut us wholly out from God,
Thine eternal counsel brought us
Nearer still, through Jesus' blood;
For in Him we found redemption,
Grace and glory in Thy Son;
Oh, the height and depth of mercy!
Christ and His redeemed are one.

Hence, through all the changing seasons,
Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe,
Nothing changeth God's affections,
Love divine shall bring us through;
Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children
Round the throne their anthems raise,
And, in songs of rich salvation,
Shout to God's eternal praise.