REJOICING IN THE INCARNATION

My God, my Creator, the heavens did bow,
To ransom offenders, and stooped very low;
The body prepared by the Father assumes,
And on the kind errand most joyfully comes.

O wonder of wonders! astonished I gaze,
To see in the manger the Ancient of Days;
And angels proclaiming the stranger forlorn,
And telling the shepherds that Jesus is born.

For thousands of sinners the Lord bow’d His head;
For thousands of sinners He groan’d and He bled.
My spirit rejoices—the work it is done!
My soul is redeemed —salvation is won!

Dear Jesus, my Saviour, thy truth I embrace—
Thy Name and Thy natures, Thy Spirit and grace;
And trace the pure footsteps of Jesus, my Lord,
And glory in Him whom proud sinners abhorred.

My God is returned to glory on high;
When death makes a passage, then to Him I’ll fly,
To join in the song of all praise thro’ His blood,
To the Three who are One inconceivable God.

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