Ephesians 1:4-6

• [Eph 1:4] How Vast The Benefits Divine

  How vast the benefits divine which we in Christ possess! We are redeemed from guilt and shame and called to holiness. But not for works which we have done, or shall hereafter do, Hath God decreed on sinful men salvation to bestow. The glory, Lord, from first to last, is due to Thee alone; Aught to ourselves we dare not take, or rob Thee of Thy crown. Our glorious Surety undertook to satisfy for man, And grace was given us in Him before the world began. This is Thy will, that in Thy love we ever should abide; That earth and hell should not prevail to turn Thy Word aside. Not one of all the chosen race but shall to Heav’n attain, Partake on earth the purposed grace and then with Jesus reign.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Eph 1:6] Accepted In The Beloved

  “In the Beloved” accepted am I, Risen, ascended, and seated on high; Saved from all sin thro’ His infinite grace, With the redeemed ones accorded a place. Refrain “In the Beloved,” God’s marvelous grace Calls me to dwell in this wonderful place; God sees my Savior, and then He sees me, “In the Beloved,” accepted and free. “In the Beloved”— how safe my retreat, In the Beloved accounted complete; “Who can condemn me?” In Him I am free, Savior and Keeper forever is He. Refrain “In the Beloved” I went to the tree, There, in His Person, by faith I may see Infinite wrath rolling over His head, Infinite grace, for He died in my stead. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Eph 1:6] My Soul, Repeat His Praise

  My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when His strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav’ns are raised, Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins; And His forgiving love Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His Name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. Our days as are the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field It withers in an hour. But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children’s children ever find Thy words of promise sure.

  source: Cyberhymnal