When Jesus Left His Father’s Throne

When Je­sus left His Fa­ther’s throne

He chose a hum­ble birth;

Like us

un­hon­ored and un­known

He came to dwell on earth.

Like Him may we be found be­low

In wis­dom’s path of peace;

Like Him

in grace and know­ledge grow

As years and strength in­crease.

Jesus passed by the rich and great

For men of low de­gree;

He sanc­ti­fied our par­ents’ state

For poor like them was He.

Sweet were His words and kind His look

When mo­thers round Him pressed;

Their in­fants in His arms He took

And on His bo­som blessed.

Safe from the world’s al­lur­ing harms

Beneath His watch­ful eye

Thus in the cir­cle of His arms

May we for­ev­er lie.

When Je­sus in­to Sa­lem rode

The child­ren sang around;

For joy they plucked the palms and strewed

Their gar­ments on the ground.

Hosanna our glad voic­es raise

Hosanna to our king;

Should we for­get our Sav­ior’s praise

The stones them­selves would sing.

For we have learned to love His name;

That name di­vine­ly sweet

May ev­ery pulse through life pro­claim

And our last breath re­peat.