Lord, accept our feeble song!
Pow¡¦r and praise to thee
belong;
We would all thy grace record,
Holy, gracious,
loving Lord!
Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy
people¡¦s hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in
glory, Lord, with Thee.
Wherefore Thou high heaven didst spurn?
Wherefore Thou to
earth didst turn?
Why leave heav¡¦n to come to earth
Lonely, scorned, e¡¦en suff¡¦ring death?
Thou in heav¡¦n ¡V the Glorious Ones!
Thou on earth, the
Outcast Man!
Though this suff¡¦ring Thou didst know,
Love
would come to bear our woe.
When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts
possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame, for such
returns from us.
Yet we hope the day to see
When from ev¡¦ry hindrance
free,
When to Thee, in glory, brought,
We shall serve Thee
as we ought.
Now, O Lord, we wait for thee,
Wait ¡§the blessed hope¡¨ to
see,
May we ever for Thee live,
Till thy church thou dost
receive.
