O wondrous grace! for guilty men
Was Jesus born in Bethlehem;
He laid aside His majesty,
And came to earth a man to be.
My heart, so like the manger lowly,
Is all unworthy, Lord, for Thee;
Yet, as Thy home, by grace made holy,
My heart forevermore shall be.
Men knew not in such humble form,
Their Lord to save in love had come;
Almost unheeded was the birth
Of our Redeemer on the earth.
Tho’ He was rich, freely He gave
Up all, that He the lost might save;
Love, from the manger to the cross,
Made Him in gladness suffer loss.
I love the Lord for stooping so,
I’m glad that He did ever go
Thro’ human life in human form,
And even shared with man His tomb.
Like to the Lord, oh, may I be!
Like Him in His humility;
With love like His, to live alone,
To serve and bless the needy one.
O let the song of praise ascend
To Jesus, who so low did bend;
Tell out the love that moved His heart,
That led Him e’en with life to part.