Scripture Verse

The unsearchable riches of Christ. Ephesians 3:8

Introduction

Words: Har­ry Lee, be­fore 1918.

Music: Brock­ham Je­re­mi­ah Clarke, Di­vine Com­pan­ion, se­cond edi­tion, 1707 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know when this hymn was writ­ten, or where to get a good pho­to of Lee (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
Jeremiah Clarke
(ca. 1659–1707)

Lyrics

My mas­ter was so ve­ry poor,
A man­ger was His crad­ling place;
So ve­ry rich my ma­ster was
Kings came from far to gain His grace.

My mas­ter was so ve­ry poor,
And with the poor He broke the bread;
So ve­ry rich my mas­ter was
That mul­ti­tudes by Him were fed.

My mas­ter was so ve­ry poor,
They nailed Him nak­ed to a cross;
So ve­ry rich my mas­ter was
He gave His all and knew no loss.