Life of Christ

From a pal­ace to a man­ger

Once the Sav­ior came;

Poor

des­pised

and called a strang­er;

This

my Sav­ior’s fame.

Down in path­ways dark and drea­ry

Still my Sav­ior goes

Cheering hearts grown faint and wea­ry

Bearing oth­er’s woes.

My Lord was cru­ci­fied for me

Upon the cross He died for me

And I will love Thee

my Sav­ior;

For Thou hast first loved me.

On the cross

His arms ex­tend­ed

There my Sav­ior dies;

In a grave—His life-work end­ed

There my Sav­ior lies;

From the tomb

death’s fet­ters rend­ing

See my Sav­ior rise

Back to Heav’n

to home as­cend­ing

Lo! He mounts the skies.

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.