17*. Son of the Father, Hail

P.M.
by C.I. Latrobe
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Son of the Father, Hail!
 
Son of God eternal!
 
Jesus! the sinner’s Friend,
 
Whose favor knows no end;
 
Love made Thee condescend,
 
With men to make abode,
 
And, through Thy precious blood,
 
We’re now brought nigh to God.
 
Thee, Savior-Lord, we bless — 
 
Our Lord Jesus!
 
Full of truth and power;
 
Highly blessèd,
 
Blessèd evermore.
“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.” (Philippians 2:6-7)
“But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.” (Ephesians 2:13)
“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14)
“And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.” (Matthew 28:18)
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