[Abba, Father! O to think that I]
“Because ye are sons, God has sent forth
the Spirit of His Son into your hearts,
crying, Abba, Father.”—Gal. iv. 6.
Abba, Father! O to think that I,
Not in my pride of mind and vanity,
But by Thy Spirit unto Thee may cry,
Abba, Father!
Too well I know, Lord, that I am not meet
To get a child's place even beside Thy feet,
Yet dost Thou hold me close to Thy heart's beat,
Abba, Father!
Oh help me, while I am a pilgrim here,
Childlike to walk in meekness, love, and fear,
For this too is Thy house, and Thou art near,
Abba, Father!
'Tis not in me to guide my ways aright,
'Tis not in me to quell the Tempter's might,
But Thou wilt me uphold, and give me light,
Abba, Father!
Thou hast redeemed me; living, I am Thine;
And dying, also, Thou art ever mine;
Nothing shall part me from the love divine,
Abba, Father.
Made one with Jesus, who is one with Thee
The love that rests on Him o'erflows on me,
And O the wonder and the mystery!
Abba, Father.
