The Son Forsook the Father’s Home

The Son for­sook the Fa­ther’s home

For mer­cy to lost man

And did not scorn the vir­gin’s womb

To bear the sin­ner’s ban.

Meekly the maid­en pure be­lieved

The great arch­an­gel’s word

And by the Ho­ly Ghost con­ceived

The Sav­ior Christ the Lord.

The Word made flesh cre­ation sees

Its migh­ty God in man:

Great mys­te­ry of mys­te­ries

Since ev­er time be­gan!

That we might gain a se­cond birth

The Ho­ly Son was giv’n:

’Twas God Him­self came down to earth

To win us back to Heav’n.

Lord! we be­lieve with love and praise

This won­drous truth of Thee:

Thereby in all our troub­lous days

How strong hence­forth are we!

So near art Thou

so strong are we

For now

if we are Thine

Our bro­ther in hu­man­ity

Thou mak­est us di­vine!

We see with peace in times of fear

Serene Thy hu­man form

Thy hu­man voice with joy we hear

Sweet-toned above the storm.

So dread we not the death­ly strife

Knowing that Thou hast died:

It can but bear us in­to life

Since near­er to Thy side!