The Abasement of the Exalted

Verse 1

Dear Lamb! thy humbled state we sing, Thy name, thy wounds and blood we praise; We own thee, infant God, our King, And to thy throne our hearts we raise.

Verse 2

Humbled in poverty and pain, Temptation sore, contempt and scorn, The curse of earth for to sustain, Was the eternal Father born.

Verse 3

Empty'd of all, but tort'ring smart, His honour and his judgment lost: Deep, unknown sorrows fill'd his heart, His soul with fierce temptations tost.

Verse 4

By this, the everlasting grace, And boundless love of God appears; By this we see the Father's face, Where lost are all our sins and fears.