Hymn 92 — What raised the wondrous thought,
| 92 | G. V. WIGRAM (1805-1879) | S.M. |
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What raised the wondrous thought, Or who did it suggest, That we, the church, to glory brought, Should with the Son be blest? | |
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O God, the thought was Thine, Thine only could it be, Fruit of the wisdom, love divine, Peculiar unto Thee. | |
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For, sure, no other mind, For thoughts so bold, so free, Greatness or strength could ever find; Thine only could it be. | |
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The motives, too, Thine own, The plan, the counsel, Thine; Made for Thy Son, bone of His bone, In glory bright to shine. | |
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O God, with great delight Thy wondrous thought we see; Upon His throne, in glory bright, The bride of Christ shall be. | |
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Sealed with the Holy Ghost, We triumph in that love; Thy wondrous thought has made our boast, Glory with Christ above! | |