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.
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.
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.