Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, Became a man of griefs for me

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

The over-blessed Son of God Went up to Calvary for me; There paid my debt, there bore my load, In his own body on the tree.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

'Tis finished all: the vail is rent, The welcome sure, the access free:-- Now then, we leave our banishment, O Father, to return to thee!