Come Shout Aloud The Fathers Grace
Come, shout aloud the Father’s grace,
And sing the Saviour’s love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme
In loftier strains above.
God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls you his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.
My Father, God!
and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven’s sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.