Behold the Amazing Gift of Love

Behold th’amaz­ing gift of love

The Fa­ther hath be­stowed

On us

the sin­ful sons of men

To call us sons of God!

Concealed as yet this hon­or lies

By this dark world un­known

A world that knew not when He came

Even God’s eter­nal Son.

High is the rank we now pos­sess;

But high­er we shall rise;

Though what we shall here­af­ter be

Is hid from mor­tal eyes.

Our souls

we know

when He ap­pears

Shall bear His im­age bright;

For all His glo­ry

full dis­closed

Shall op­en to our sight.

A hope so great

and so di­vine

May tri­als well en­dure;

And purge the soul from sense and sin

As Christ Him­self is pure.