GAL. 4: 6.
OH, our God, how full of blessing
Are the names Thou lov'st to bear
Oh, how rich, Thyself possessing,
All Thy happy children are!
First, and chiefest, and the nearest,
“Father of our Lord" Thou art;
In this name, to Him the dearest,
We with Him by grace have part!
“Abba, Father!" in the garden
With strong tears we hear Him cry:
His,,the death that bought our pardon;
His, the soul's deep agony.
“Abba, Father!" ere ascending
To the glorious throne above,
Was the word we hear Him sending
To the children of Thy love.
Now with cloudless peace abounding,
We with rapture search Thy word,
All Thy names, this name surrounding,
“I ascend unto My Father, and your Father; and to My God, and your God."-JOHN 20: 17.
Deeper, richer joys afford.