9. Father we Thy children bless Thee
Father, we Thy children bless Thee
For Thy love on us bestowed ;
As our Father we address Thee,
Called to be the sons of God.
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
Jesus for our sins to die ;
Wondrous was His grace in leaving
For our sakes, the heav’ns on high.
Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,
Hast'ning onward to our rest,
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
With Thy constant favour blest ;
By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,
Earnest He of what's to come,
And, with daily strength providing,
Thou dost lead Thy children home.
Though our pilgrimage be dreary,
This is not our resting place ;
Shall we of the way be weary
When we see our Master's face ?
No : e'en now anticipating,
In this hope our souls rejoice,
And His promised advent waiting,
Soon shall hear His welcome voice.