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['Tis not so much the bulk of grace]
'Tis not so much the bulk of grace
God minds, as the sincerity;
Our goodness, whether more or less,
Is equal all, O Lord, to Thee.
Of the true manna from above
Who gathers much, has none to spare;
And with the smallest taste of love
Fill'd, as with all Thy heaven, we are.
How can we then complain or boast,
Who feel our interest in that blood;
Possessing either least or most,
By faith we all are sons of God.
Fathers their heavenly Father knew
Whom children have but lately known,
Yet proving God benignly true,
Fathers, and babes in Christ, are one.
