1 From a palace to a manger,
Once the Savior came;
Poor, despised, and called a stranger;
This, my Savior’s fame.
Down in pathways dark and dreary,
Still my Savior goes,
Cheering hearts grown faint and weary,
Bearing other’s woes.
Refrain:
My Lord was crucified for me,
Upon the cross He died for me,
And I will love Thee, my Savior;
For Thou hast first loved me.
2 On the cross, His arms extended,
There my Savior dies;
In a grave—His life-work ended,
There my Savior lies;
From the tomb, death’s fetters rending,
See my Savior rise,
Back to Heav’n, to home ascending,
Lo! He mounts the skies. [Refrain]
3 Wide are flung the gates of brightness,
List the heav’nly strains!
On a throne of dazzling whiteness,
Now my Savior reigns;
And to see Him in His beauty
On the hills of God,
I must tread the path of duty,
That my Savior trod. [Refrain]