Abba Father, the Spirit of sonship cries;
‘Tis deep calling unto deep.
Far, far beyond the scope of natural man lies
The sons’ great eternal prize.
Naught but the Spirit of sonship
Can take the veil away;
Naught but deep calling to deep
Will bring in God’s new day.
Night and day must the cry go forth
From deep down within,
Cleansing, purifying, changing till
I am fashioned just like Him.
Then in all His glorious fulness
I shall come.
Deep will call to deep, Abba Father,
I am Your son! Father, I am Your son!