God, in Human Flesh Appearing

God

in hu­man flesh ap­pear­ing

Took the child­ren to His breast

Lambs with His green pas­tures cheer­ing

Fitting for His heav’n­ly rest;

This is gen­tle­ness un­bound­ed

This is low­li­ness of heart;

All are by His love sur­round­ed

None are ev­er bid de­part.

Lord! I bless Thy mer­cy end­less

For Thy plea­sure is to bless;

Me

too

when my soul was friend­less

Thou didst to Thy bo­som press:

For I

too

to Thee was giv­en

In the pure bap­tis­mal wave

There Thou mad’st me heir of Heav­en

Who hast died my soul to save.

Feeble is the love of mo­ther

Father’s bless­ings are as naught

When com­pared

my king and brother

With the won­ders Thou hast wrought;

Thus it pleased Thy heav’n­ly meek­ness;

Pleasing al­so be my praise

Till my songs of earth­ly weak­ness

Burst in­to ce­les­tial lays.