We Sing a Loving Jesus

We sing a lov­ing Je­sus

Who left His throne ab­ove

And came on earth to ran­som

The child­ren of His love;

It is an oft-told sto­ry

And yet we love to tell

How Christ

the King of glo­ry

Once deigned with man to dwell.

We a sing a ho­ly Je­sus;

No taint of sin de­filed

The Babe of Da­vid’s ci­ty

The pure and stain­less Child:

O teach us

bless­èd Sav­ior

Thy heav’n­ly grace to seek;

And let our whole be­hav­ior

Like Thine

be mild and meek.

We sing a low­ly Je­sus;

No king­ly crown He had

His head was bowed with ang­uish

His face was marred and sad:

In deep hu­mi­li­ation

He came

His work to do;

O Lord of our sal­va­tion

Let us be hum­ble

too.

We sing a migh­ty Je­sus

Whose voice could raise the dead

The sight­less eyes He op­ened

The fam­ished souls He fed;

Thou cam­est to de­liv­er

Mankind from sin and shame;

Redeemer and life giv­er

We praise Thy ho­ly name.

We sing a com­ing Je­sus;

The time is draw­ing near

When Christ with all His an­gels

In glo­ry shall ap­pear;

Lord

save us

we en­treat Thee

In this Thy day of grace

That we may glad­ly meet Thee

And see Thee face to face.