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.
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