Behold the Remarkable Reward

Behold th’amazing present of adore
The Father hath bestowed
On us, the sinful sons of males,
To simply call us sons of God!

Concealed as still this honour lies,
By this darkish globe unidentified
A environment that understood not, when he came,
E’en God’s beloved Son.

Higher is the rank we now have
But larger we shall increase,
While all we shall hereafter be
Is hid from mortal eyes.

But this we know, when he seems
We are going to bear his graphic brilliant
For all his glory, complete disclos’d,
Shall open to our sight.

Unique Tunes: Samuel Stanley (1767–1822)
Phrases: Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
Arrangement: Aletheia Burney
Christadelphian Hymn E book: Hymn 374


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