Hymn 316 — Blest Father, we draw nigh,
| 316 | A. STEVEN | S.M. |
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Blest Father, we draw nigh, Emboldened by Thy grace; We taste the sweetness of Thy love In this most blessed place. | |
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We gaze upon Thy Son In all His glory there, And bless the love that marks Him out, Unique, beyond compare. | |
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We hear His blest voice say, My Father, yours through grace, And know that we are loved as He, As sons before Thy face. | |
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Blest in this joyful realm, Untouched by death or fear, Our willing lips yield Thee the praise Delightful to Thine ear. | |