Lord, accept our feeble song

Lord

accept our feeble song!

Pow’r and praise to Thee belong;

We would all Thy grace record

Holy

gracious

loving Lord!

Rich in glory

Thou didst stoop

Thence is all Thy people’s hope;

Thou wast poor

that we might be

Rich in glory

Lord

with Thee.

Wherefore Thou high heaven didst spurn?

Wherefore Thou to earth didst turn?

Why leave heav’n to come to earth

Lonely

scorned

e’en suffering death?

Thou in heav’n—the glorious One!

Thou on earth—the outcast Man!

Though this suffering Thou didst know

Love would come to bear our woe.

When we think of love like this

Joy and shame our hearts possess;

Joy

that Thou couldst pity thus;

Shame

for such returns from us.

Yet we hope the day to see

When from every hindrance free

When to Thee

in glory

brought

We shall serve Thee as we ought.

Now

O Lord

we wait for Thee

Wait “the blessed hope” to see.

May we ever for Thee live

Till Thy saints Thou dost receive.