Behold, What Love!

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

that we should be called

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 bless­èd hope in view

We would more ho­ly be

More like our ris­en

glo­ri­ous Lord

Whose face we soon shall see.