From a palace to a manger,
Once the Sav­ior came;
Poor, despised, and called a stranger;
This, my Sav­ior’s fame.
Down in pathways dark and dreary,
Still my Sav­ior goes,
Cheering hearts grown faint and weary,
Bearing other’s woes.

Refrain

My Lord was cru­ci­fied for me,
Upon the cross He died for me,
And I will love Thee, my Sav­ior;
For Thou hast first loved me.

On the cross, His arms extended,
There my Sav­ior dies;
In a grave—His life-work ended,
There my Sav­ior lies;
From the tomb, death’s fetters rending,
See my Sav­ior rise,
Back to Heav’n, to home ascending,
Lo! He mounts the skies.

Refrain

Wide are flung the gates of brightness,
List the heav’nly strains!
On a throne of dazzling whiteness,
Now my Sav­ior reigns;
And to see Him in His beauty
On the hills of God,
I must tread the path of duty,
That my Sav­ior trod.

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