Verse 1
Father, thy heavenly voice I own,
Propitious thro’ thy favrite Son
I know Thou art to me:
Cloth’d with his blood and righteousness,
Accepted in his worth, I bless
Thy gracious Majesty.
Verse 2
But did He not our nature take,
Thy grace and favor for his sake
That every soul might find?
To Jesus our whole race unite,
And then eternally delight
In all the ransom’d kind.