1 Father, Thy sov'reign love has sought
Captives to sin, gone far from Thee;
The work that Thine own Son hath wrought
Has brought us back in peace and free.

2 And now as sons beefore Thy face,
With joyful steps the path we tread
Which leads us on to that blest place
Prepared for us by Christ our Head.

3 Thou gav'st us, in eternal love,
To Him, to bring us home to Thee,
Suited to Thine own thought above,
As sons like Him, with Him to be

4 In Thine own house. There love divine
Fills the bright courts with cloudless joy;
But 'tis the love that made us Thine,
Fills all that house without alloy.

5 Oh boundless grace! what fills with joy
Unmingled, all that enter there?
God's nature, love without alloy.
Our hearts are given e'en now to share.

6 God's righteousness with glory bright,
Which with its radiance fills that sphere,
E'en Christ, of God the pow'r and light,
Our title is, that light to share.

7 Oh mind divine! so must it be.
That glory all belongs to God:
Oh love divine, that did decree
We should be part, thro' Jesu's blood!

8 O keep us, love divine, near Thee,
That we our nothingness may know,
And ever to Thy glory be
Walkin in faith while here below.