O Lord, Thou art the Son of man

O Lord

Thou art the Son of man

Our human nature Thou didst take;

Begotten of a virgin true

Of flesh and blood Thou didst partake.

In bondman’s form

with lowliness

Thou walkedst on this earth of woe;

The human living Thou didst have

And all its suff’rings undergo.

Born in a manger as a babe

Thou wast a child among the poor;

Thou as a carpenter didst work

And e’en an outlaw’s death endure.

Then Thou wast raised up from the dead

Still with the human nature true;

And as a man in form divine

Thou didst ascend to heaven too.

Now over all

and on the throne

Thou

still a man

art glorified;

A man with God in light divine

With whom our God is satisfied.

In glory Thou wilt come again

Still as a man appearing then;

As King of kings

with pow’r divine

With human nature seen by men.

Thou

as the center of all things

In the new heav’n and earth shalt be

Forever as the One divine

Existing in humanity.