I
came to Jesus as the Father drew me,
Although
I did not know it at the time;
While
before time He purposed to pursue me
With
blessings both eternal and sublime;
If
Jacob clothed his son in splendid vesture
The
Father chose to clothe me in His best;
In
each of these I see a Father’s gesture
Towards
one He wishes to enjoy His rest.
I
am among the sons He loves to gather
In
line with the good pleasure of His will,
Who
all rejoice in crying “Abba, Father”
In
loving tones which time will never still.
We
know the Father’s love is marvellous
As
witnessed in all He has done for us.
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