[He] made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Philippians 2:7–8
Did Christ descend from majesty
To rescue you from sin?
For nails, did He exchange His crown
To make a worm His kin?
Has consolation from His hand
Relieved your grief and fear?
Or has His love all comforting
Renewed your heart’s good cheer?
Has He not knit you to His breast,
Made you His spotless bride?
Has not His grand humility
Vanquished your sinful pride?
Has He not bound us each to all?
In Him are we not one?
Shall we not have one heart, one mind—
And with all strife be done?
Let all conceit and envy die
Shamed by the looming Cross—
Count all self-interest wretchedness,
And vain ambitions, loss.