1 From a palace to a manger,
Once the Savior came;
Poor, despis’d, and call’d a stranger;
This, my Savior’s fame.
Down in pathways dark and dreary,
Still my Savior goes,
Cheering hearts grown faint and weary,
Bearing others’ 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 lov’d me.
2 On the cross, his arms extended,
There my Savior dies;
In a grave—his lifework ended,
There my Savior lies,
From the tomb, dearth’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]
Source: The Finest of the Wheat: hymns new and old, for missionary and revival meetings, and sabbath-schools #94