|Behold the 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 honour lies,
By this dark world unknown,
A world that knew not, when He came,
Even God's beloved Son.
High is the rank we now possess;
But higher we shall rise;
Though what we shall hereafter be,
Is hid from mortal eyes.
But this we know, when He appears,
We'll bear His image bright;
For all His glory, full disclosed,
Shall open to our sight.