Lord Jesus Christ, All Praise to Thee

Lord Je­sus Christ

all praise to Thee

That Thou wast pleased a man to be;

Our low es­tate Thou didst not scorn;

And an­gels sang to see Thee born.

The heav­en­ly Fa­ther’s on­ly Son

He left His right­ful glo­ri­ous throne;

The Lord through whom the worlds were made

Is in the hum­ble man­ger laid.

The bright­ness of the light di­vine

Doth now into our dark­ness shine;

It breaks up­on sin’s gloo­my night

And makes us child­ren of the light.

The Fat­her’s Son

for ev­er blest

Becomes in His own world a guest

To lead us from this vale of strife

Into the ev­er­last­ing life.