The Manner Of Thy Mighty Love
1 THE manner of Thy mighty love,
Our Father, we with joy behold;
Thy gracious name most gladly prove,
For we are Thine, by love made bold.
2 Ah, had it been Thy sovereign will
To give us but a servant's place,
Such mercy should each bosom fill
With lasting praise, for all is grace.
3 But children now, our God, are we,
And through Thy favour dwell in love;
Thy love is sweet, and sweet will be
The Father's house, our home above.
4 What we shall be not yet appears,
But like the Lord each child shall shine;
Then till we leave this vale of tears
Accept our praise that we are Thine.