Text: | Condescension of God |
1 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great,
Is thine exalted name,
Let glories of thy heav'nly state,
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold your works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love my nature so?
4 That thine eternal Son should bear,
To take a mortal form?
Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm?
5 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great |
Title: | Condescension of God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Before Sermon |