Oh Savior, Whom This Holy Morn

Oh Sav­ior

whom this ho­ly morn

Gave to our world be­low;

To mor­tal want and la­bor born

And more than mor­tal woe.

Incarnate Word! by ev­ery grief

By each temp­ta­tion tried

Who lived to yield our ills re­lief

And to re­deem us died!

If gai­ly clothed and proud­ly fed

In dan­ger­ous wealth we dwell

Remind us of Thy man­ger bed

And low­ly cot­tage cell!

If pressed by po­ver­ty sev­ere

In en­vi­ous want we pine

O may Thy Spir­it whis­per near

How poor a lot was Thine!

Through fic­kle for­tune’s va­ri­ous scene

From sin pre­serve us free!

Like us Thou hast a mourn­er been

May we re­joice with Thee!