¡§Abba, Father!¡¨ We approach Thee
In our Saviour¡¦s precious
Name;
We, Thy children, here assembled,
Now Thy promised
blessing claim;
From our sins His blood hath washed us,
¡¦Tis through Him our souls draw nigh,
And Thy Spirit, too,
hath taught us,
¡§Abba, Father,¡¨ thus to cry.
Once as
prodigals we wandered
In our folly far from Thee,
But Thy
grace, o¡¦er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery;
Thou
Thy prodigals hast pardoned,
Kissed us with a Father¡¦s love,
Spread the festive board, and called us,
E¡¦er to dwell with
Thee above.
Clothed in garments of salvation,
At Thy table
is our place,
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the
riches of Thy grace;
¡§It is meet,¡¨ we hear Thee saying,
¡§We should merry and be glad,
I have found My once lost
children,
Now they live who once were dead.¡¨
¡§Abba, Father!¡¨
all adore Thee,
All rejoice in Heav¡¦n above,
While in us
they learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love;
Soon before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall
proclaim,
¡§Glory, everlasting glory,
Be to God and to the
Lamb!¡¨
