Wednesday, 9 April 2008


Oh, what can we say of Thee, Father?

Thy greatness exceedeth our praise:

Yet Thou in Thy grace

Hast found us a place

Through Thine own ineffable ways.

We think of the glory of purpose

Before all creation began

That Thou shouldst acquire

What thou didst desire -

Thy sons brought to Thee in one Man.

We wonder at what it has cost Thee

For Thou didst not spare Thine own Son;

Thy love is displayed

In what Thou hast paid:

We praise thee for all Christ has done.

And Thou art the Father of glory

Whom Jesus rejoiced to proclaim

But we are drawn near

Where love casts out fear

To praise thy most glorious Name.

Thy power and Thy glory excelleth,

Thy wisdom comes down from above;

Yet wisdom and might

Secured Thy delight

Since both were subservient to love.

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