BEHOLD what love, what boundless love
The Father hath bestowed
On sinners lost, that we should be
Now called the sons of God.
Behold, what manner of love
What manner of love the
Father hath bestowed upon us, that we…
Should be called… The son of God, that we…
Should be called the sons of God.
No longer far from Him, but now
By “precious blood” made nigh
Accepted in the “well-beloved”
Near to God’s heart we lie.
What we in glory soon shall be
“It doth not yet appear”
But when our precious Lord we see
We shall His image bear.
With such a blessed hope in view
We should more holy be
More like our risen, glorious Lord
Whose face we soon shall see.