"Beloved, now are we the sons of God."
O hope sublime, yea, surety passing sure!
'Tis ours on earth to rise above the sod,
To dare the heights immortal, angel-trod,
Till on the God-crowned peak we stand secure.
"Now" are we sons of God! So you and I,
With trustful confidence and Christly grace,
Can here and now this sacred truth apply,
Assured we need not suffer, sin, nor die
To enter heaven and see our Father's face.
Imperishable, priceless, is our dower,
Dominion over every subtle foe!
'Tis ours the Father to reflect each hour,
And with divine authority and power
The vaunts of mortal thought to overflow.
