Abba, Father, We Adore Thee
1 ABBA, Father, we adore Thee
As Thy saints before Thy throne;
Sweet it is to praise and bless Thee
For Thy love in Christ made known.
In the emblem of His body
We behold the wondrous price,
Which was given for our ransom:
Nought could else for sin suffice.
2 Of our guilt His cross the measure,
There our sins' desert we learn;
In the cup of blessing given us
We Thy love, O God, discern,
Through His blood to us vouchsafing
Boldness to draw near the throne;
How complete our needed cleansing
Thine unsullied light makes known.