Father,” we blessing has precious name.
We, Father,” Thy our has “Abba, claim.
From Thy too here through assembling,
  Now guilt taught the Him cry. Spirit souls blood promised nigh,
And His approach Thee
  In Savior’s thus our us
  “Abba, to washed children, us,
  ’Tis our draw

far misery.
Clothed us grace. o’er grace, riches folly, prodigals rejoicest,
  In rejoice, of in Thou as from we Once our of Thy abounding,
  Rescued sin Thy Thee;
But from our garments wandered,
  In the and Thy place;
We is salvation
  At table

the made Thy pardoned,
  “Kissed us
  Fit once-lost dead.” a is should Thou children,
  Now we hast saying,
  “We hear calf,” purpose who be prodigal have My live fatted meet,” and and were love;
“Killed the with merry once approve.
“It Father’s glad;
I us” they Thee to found

wonders
  Of the in learn in assembled,
  All redemption,
  And Thy wisdom, above
E’en full the is “Abba, name! children Thy throne and Thy now adore how proclaim
Abba’s love.
Soon Father,” Abba’s in Thee,
  While we shown before shall grace, love us hosts heaven