A Lost and Sinful World to Save

A lost and sin­ful world to save

In hu­man form the Sav­ior came:

He laid His glo­ry by

To bear our sin and shame.

A king

He left for us His Fa­ther’s throne;

He came—and was re­ject­ed by His own!

A man of sor­rows and of grief—

Homeless—in hum­ble garb ar­rayed;

A world’s ini­qui­ty

Was on His shoul­ders laid.

Despised and poor

He bound­less rich­es gave;

Stricken

He came om­ni­po­tent to save.

But

oh to us how beau­ti­ful

The feet of Him

the Ho­ly One—

Herald of end­less peace

To all be­neath the sun!

Himself how bruised—He heals the sin­ner’s pain;

Nailed to the cross—He bursts the sin­ner’s chain!

Then be it ours to raise the song—

The in­cense of the heart to Heav’n!

Lord

let our dai­ly praise

To Thy great name be giv’n!

In this frail scene

be Thine our trust

our love;

Poor pil­grims here

we seek a home above.