1 Now are we Sons of God!
Nor doth it yet appear,
What Heights of Bliss, thro' Jesu's Blood,
For us prepared are.
2 This we already know,
When Christ, our Righteousness,
Shall shew himself to Men below,
We shall be as he is.
3 Yea, in this World are we,
As Jesus is above;
As him, from Sin and Satan free,
As perfected in Love.
4 Invisible are we
To this blind World below;
There's none but such who Jesus see,
Can us discern or know.
5 All that which doth appear
Of us, or can be known,
By Reason's Eye, to Mortals here,
We utterly disown.
6 We call it Dung and Dross,
The Man from whom we cease;
To own it ours, is Pain and Loss,
And saps the Christian's Peace.
7 Jesus alone we own,
And nothing know beside;
In him, as free from Sin, we're known,
His pure and holy Bride.
8 In him we now confess,
We are the Lord's Delight,
His Rest, his Joy and Righteousness,
All glorious in his Sight.
9 We are as we would be;
Nor have we yet to choose;
As Christ the Son, we're ever free,
Nor can that Sonship lose.
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First Line: | Now are we Sons of God! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1776 |
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