Word of God, Eternal Son

Word of God

eter­nal Son

From Thy throne by pi­ty won

Let us at Thy cra­dle kneel

And Thine in­fant sor­rows feel.

Holy Babe

the sin­ner’s woe

Guiltless Thou art doomed to know;

Sobs that from Thy cra­dle rise

Tell be­fore of dy­ing cries.

Poor art Thou

that we may be

Blest by Thy hard po­ver­ty;

Thou art weep­ing

and Thy grief

Flows that we may find re­lief.

Thou art clothed in rai­ment mean

Dwelling in a cave un­clean;

Man is proud—the on­ly great

Scorneth not the low­li­est state.

Jesu

Thee the Fa­ther gave

Such His love

the earth to save;

Ransomed at so vast a cost

Let us not

good Lord

be lost.

Offspring of the ho­ly maid

Endless praise to Thee be paid;

Equal praise

O Fa­ther

be

With the Spir­it paid to Thee.