The world his abject poverty

Verse 1

The world his abject poverty His low estate disdain, And nothing great in Jesus see The humbled Son of man: But we who Christ aright have known, And seen with inward eyes, Adore the poor mechanick’s Son Who made both earth and skies.

Verse 2

The poor I to the rich prefer, If with thine eyes I see; To bear thy Spirit’s character The poor are chose by Thee: The poor in every age and place Thou dost, O God, approve To mark with thy distinguish’d grace, T’ inrich with faith and love.

Verse 3

We tell the proud indignant race That heaven is due to none, The source and principle of grace Is hid in God alone: The number of his chosen here We must insist is small; Yet still the God of love we clear, Who offers life to all.