Behold, what manner of love
The Father now bestows;
For us to be His children—
Our cup with love o’erflows.

Because the world despises
The Son of God the Lord,
We, as His children, also
Are targets of their sword.

But that’s a badge of honor:
That we should worthy be
To suffer for the kingdom;
Mere sinners—you and me.

God says that those who suffer
Shall also with Him reign;
Our sins have been forgiven:
We’ll sing a glad refrain.

We’ll join the angel chorus—
Anticipation thrills;
Eternity in heaven!
He all our hope fulfills.