"Now are we Sons of God. " |
445. C. M. Doddridge. "Now are we sons of God." 1 How rich thy favors, God of grace! How various, how divine! Full as the ocean they are poured, And bright as heaven they shine. 2 He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way To his own palace where he reigns In uncreated day. 3 Jesus, the herald of his love, Displays the radiant prize, A crown of never-ending bliss, To our admiring eyes. 4 The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend, Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end.
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