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.