The Rich Made Poor for Our Sakes

Verse 1

Jesus, how glorious is thy grace! How excellent thy name! Unclouded heaven's in thy face, Thou venerable Lamb.

Verse 2

Tho' thou wast rich in angel's songs, Thou willingly wast born To feel the rage of mortal Ttongues, Their ridicule and scorn.

Verse 3

Tho' thou wast rich in pow'r supreme, Yet didst thou condescend, From worms of earth to suffer shame, And insults from the fiend.

Verse 4

Tho' thou wast rich in righteousness, Divinely pure within; Yet didst thou feel hell's deep distress, When made our curse and sin.

Verse 5

Tho' thou wast infinitely high And rich, yet didst thou take The deepest shame and poverty, And for the sinner's sake:

Verse 6

That, thro' thy poverty and loss, We might be rich and blest; And, by the labours of thy cross, Might gain eternal rest.

Verse 7

Inrich'd by all thy loss and smart, Thy heav'n's on man bestow'd; Witness'd, when from thy bleeding heart The blood and water flow'd.

Verse 8

Our dearest Lord, we bless thy grace, Thy wond'rous love admire; To see the beauties of thy face, May all the world desire.

Verse 9

Live Jesus, live for evermore, Whilst all the sons of God Thy glorious person shall adore, And bless thy grace and blood.