The Son of the Father
H J Vine
Father, Thy Son with deep delight
Rejoices ever in Thy sight,
His hour of suffering now is o’er,
His sorrows passed for evermore;
He dwells before Thy face on high,
And by His blood are we brought nigh.
His place of favour now is ours,
Where heavenly grace around us showers
Blessings divine and riches true,
The Spirit is the Earnest too
Of our inheritance above
In Him, Son of the Father’s love.
Father, the glory Thou hast given
To Jesus, Thy beloved One,
He has bestowed on us, foreknown,
Thy gracious counsels, too, has shown;
Our God and Father we would praise
And bless Thy Name in sweetest lays.
And, oh, Thy Love known—long before
Its glorious dress Creation wore—
By Thy blest Son, by Him alone,
Has now been made by Thee our own;
We raise our song on high as one,
We bless the Father and the Son.