1  O Lord, Thou art the Son of man,

    Our human nature Thou didst take;

    Begotten of a virgin true,

    Of flesh and blood Thou didst partake.

 2  In bondman's form, with lowliness,

    Thou walkedst on this earth of woe;

    The human living Thou didst have

    And all its suff'rings undergo.

 3  Born in a manger as a babe,

    Thou wast a child among the poor;

    Thou as a carpenter didst work,

    And e'en an outlaw's death endure.

 4  Then Thou wast raised up from the dead,

    Still with the human nature true;

    And as a man in form divine,

    Thou didst ascend to heaven too.

 5  Now over all, and on the throne,

    Thou, still a man, art glorified;

    A man with God in light divine

    With whom our God is satisfied.

 6  In glory Thou wilt come again,

    Still as a man appearing then;

    As King of kings, with pow'r divine,

    With human nature seen by men.

 7  Thou, as the center of all things,

    In the new heav'n and earth shalt be,

    Forever as the One divine,

    Existing in humanity.