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Hymn 1:54 (jesus, We Bless Thy Father's Name) Post by :coreya Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :July 2011 Read :2708

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Hymn 1:54 (jesus, We Bless Thy Father's Name)

Electing grace; or, Saints beloved in Christ,
Eph. 1. 3 &c.

Jesus, we bless thy Father's Name;
Thy God and ours are both the same:
What heavenly blessings from his throne
Flow down to sinners thro' his Son!

"Christ be my first elect," he said,
Then chose our souls in Christ our head,
Before he gave the mountains birth,
Or laid foundations for the earth.

Thus did eternal love begin
To raise us up from death and sin;
Our characters were then decreed,
"Blameless in love, a holy seed."

Predestinated to be sons,
Born by degrees, but chose at once;
A new regenerated race
To praise the glory of his grace.

With Christ our Lord we share our part
In the affections of his heart,
Nor shall our souls be thence remov'd
Till he forgets his first belov'd.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:54 (Jesus, We Bless Thy Father's Name)

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