9. Father, We, Thy Children, Bless Thee

8,7.
by Tregelles
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Father, we, Thy children, bless Thee
 
For Thy love on us bestowed,
 
Source of blessing! we confess Thee
 
Now, our Father and our God.
 
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
 
Jesus for our sins to die!
 
Wondrous was His grace in leaving,
 
For our sakes, the heavens on high!
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Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,
 
Hast'ning onward to our rest,
 
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
 
With Thy constant favor blest;
 
By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,
 
Earnest He of what's to come,
 
And with daily strength providing,
 
Thou dost lead Thy children home.
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Though our pilgrimage be dreary,
 
This is not our resting-place;
 
Shall we of the way be weary
 
When we see our Master's face?
 
No—e'en now anticipating,
 
In this hope our souls rejoice,
 
And His promised advent waiting,
 
Soon shall hear His welcome voice.
“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first. Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)