How Wondrous That Manner Of Love
How wondrous that manner of love,
The Father on us hath bestowed;
Preparing us mansions above,
And calling us children of God!
The world our adoption despise,
Our Saviour they will not receive;
They know not the joys that arise
In the bosom of those that believe.
Beloved, now are we the sons,
The children of infinite grace,
The heirs of bright scepters and crowns
On high in the regions of peace:
Though ling’ring in darkness and fear,
We trust in the Saviour’s glad word;
We know that when he shall appear,
We shall see and resemble our Lord.