The Son of God in migh­ty love,
Came down to Beth­le­hem for me;
Forsook His throne of light above,
An in­fant on the earth to be.

In love, the Fa­ther’s sin­less child,
Sojourned at Na­za­reth for me;
With sin­ners dwelt the un­de­filed,
The Ho­ly One in Ga­li­lee.

Jesus, whom an­gel hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me;
In love, though rich, be­com­ing poor,
That I through Him en­riched might be.

Thou Lord of all, above, be­low,
He went to Ol­iv­et for me;
There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleed­ing in Geth­se­ma­ne.

The ever bless­èd Son of God
Went up to Cal­va­ry for me;
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In His own bo­dy on the tree.

Jesus, whose dwell­ing is the skies,
Went down in­to the grave for me;
There ov­er­came my ene­mies,
There won the gra­cious vic­to­ry.

In love the whole dark path He trod,
To con­se­crate a way for me;
Each bit­ter foot­step marked with blood,
From Beth­le­hem to Cal­va­ry.

’Tis fin­ished all; the veil is rent,
The wel­come sure, the ac­cess free;
Now then we leave our ban­ish­ment,
O Fa­ther, to re­turn to Thee.