Abba, we come, and low we bow before Thee

1
Abba, we come, and low we bow before Thee,
Kneeling, we worship, with whole heart adore Thee,
Nor cattle nor sheep, Thy requisite offering;
In spirit, “reality”—Christ—we bring.
2
Abba, “I AM,” eternal, self-existing,
Ancient of Days who forever shall be,
Thy throne in the heav’ns established aboundeth
In holiness, glory, authority.
3
Hopeless and helpless, blackened by offenses,
How could we dare to entreat for forgiveness?
We only had seen Thine impartial righteousness,
Never Thine heart full of love for us.
4
Yet from Thy bosom, Thy dear Son Thou sendedst,
To reveal fully Thy wondrous self to us;
Each day sinners waited yet for redemption,
Enthroned, Thou could’st no satisfaction find.
5
Thine only Son Thou briefly didst abandon
Just to gain us who were lost in transgression;
Allow’dst Him to die in anguish, forsaken,
To open our way to draw nigh to Thee.
6
Thy Son beloved didst die for us, O Father;
Now we’re Thy sons, into Thy name we gather;
Thou once didst inspire great fear in our hearts
But “Abba,” dear Father today Thou art.
7
Thy love so deep, Thy grace so all-surpassing
Abba, Thy sons ne’er could pay back such blessing;
We can but o’erflow with gratitude ever,
And worship and praise Thee forevermore.
“Reality” in verse 1 refers to Christ.