531    L.M.     W. Gadsby
“Now are we the sons of God.” 1 John 3. 1, 2; Gal. 4. 7

1 Beloved of the Lord most high,
  Let praises be your sweet employ;
  Ye sons of God, rejoice, and sing
  The honours of your Lord and King.

2 Your heavenly Father ever lives,
  And all his choicest treasure gives
  To you, the favourites of his heart,
  Nor will he ever with you part.

3 [Whatever be your lot below,
  Though you through gloomy paths may go,
  Your heavenly Father is your Light,
  And he will guide your footsteps right.]

4 In every changing scene below,
  ’Tis yours by faith this grace to know:
  Now are we sons and heirs of God,
  Fast hastening to our blest abode.

5 In every trying, deep distress,
  In poverty and wretchedness,
  This truth sweet comfort should afford:
  E’en now we are the sons of God.

6 Let worldlings know we scorn the toys
  Which they so highly love and prize;
  We must possess all real good,
  Since we are sons and heirs of God.

7 Dear Father, bless us with this grace,
  While travelling through this wilderness;
  Our sonship still to keep in view,
  And honour thee in all we do.