1  Lord, accept our feeble song!

    Pow'r and praise to Thee belong;

    We would all Thy grace record,

    Holy, gracious, loving Lord!

 2  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.

 3  Wherefore Thou high heaven didst spurn?

    Wherefore Thou to earth didst turn?

    Why leave heav'n to come to earth

    Lonely, scorned, e'en suffering death?

 4  Thou in heav'n — the glorious One!

    Thou on earth — the outcast Man!

    Though this suffering Thou didst know,

    Love would come to bear our woe.

 5  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.

 6  Yet we hope the day to see

    When from every hindrance free,

    When to Thee, in glory, brought,

    We shall serve Thee as we ought.

 7  Now, O Lord, we wait for Thee,

    Wait "the blessed hope" to see.

    May we ever for Thee live,

    Till Thy saints Thou dost receive.