The Word Made Flesh

The Son of God in migh­ty love

Came down to Beth­le­hem for me;

Forsook His throne of light above

An in­fant on the earth to be.

In love

the Fa­ther’s sin­less child

Sojourned at Na­za­reth for me;

With sin­ners dwelt the un­de­filed

The Ho­ly One in Ga­li­lee.

Jesus

whom an­gel hosts adore

Became a man of griefs for me;

In love

though rich

be­com­ing poor

That I through Him en­riched might be.

Thou Lord of all

above

be­low

He went to Ol­iv­et for me;

There drank my cup of wrath and woe

When bleed­ing in Geth­se­ma­ne.

The ev­er bless­èd Son of God

Went up to Cal­va­ry for me;

There paid my debt

there bore my load

In His own bo­dy on the tree.

Jesus

whose dwell­ing is the skies

Went down in­to the grave for me;

There ov­er­came my ene­mies

There won the gra­cious vic­to­ry.

In love the whole dark path He trod

To con­se­crate a way for me;

Each bit­ter foot­step marked with blood

From Beth­le­hem to Cal­va­ry.

’Tis fin­ished all; the veil is rent

The wel­come sure

the ac­cess free;

Now then we leave our ban­ish­ment

O Fa­ther

to re­turn to Thee.