9. Father, We, Thy Children, Bless Thee

8,7.
by S.P. 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!
“For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.” (Romans 8:15)
“Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.” (1 John 3:1)
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” (James 1:17)
“Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.” (John 20:17)
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)
“For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures.” (1 Corinthians 15:3)
“Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God. But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men. And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.” (Philippians 2:6-8)
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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)
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