Jesus Christ, the Son of God.@Mark 1:1

Mar­ga­ret E. Tup­per, in Ly­ra Bri­tan­ni­ca, by Charles Ro­gers (Lon­don: Long­mans, Green & Company, 1867), pages 564–65.

Mer­ton (Monk) Will­iam H. Monk, in The Parish Choir, 1850 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William H. Monk (1823–1889)

Son of God! all glorious Savior,
Coming to us from above!
What were we to find such favor?
What were we to gain such love?

We had sinned—Thy laws forsaken,
All Thy just commands withstood:
Evil for our choice had taken
When Thou freely gavest good.

In our darkness we were lying,
From Thy glorious presence hurled;
Alien from Thy light, a dying,
Guilty, cursed, and ruined world!

When the voice came down from Heaven,
Woke once more a holy morn—
“Unto you a Son is given,
Unto you a Child is born.

“All alone, with love far spreading,
He shall bear the wrath of God,
All alone the winepress treading,
Clothed in garments dyed with blood;

All alone in mortal anguish
Wrestle down and conquer sin,
Death and hell shall taste and vanquish,
And eternal life shall win.

By His grace and love victorious
Up that path the Savior trod;
We are brought again all glorious
To the presence of our God.

What are we, that Thou shouldst love us
With such wondrous love as this?
Leaving all Thy heav’ns above us,
Worlds of purity and bliss!

For this blot upon creation,
For this wandering sinful one,
Freely giving us salvation
For the evil we had done!

Shield us, Lord! as Thou hast pardoned,
Help us through this daily strife,
Keep us from the world unhardened,
Living Thy true life in life.

Till from earth in light and glory,
Dangers, death and shadows past,
Purified we stand before Thee,
Unto Thee made like at last.