Down From His Glory

Down from His glory,

Ever living story,

My God and Saviour came,

And Jesus was His Name.

Born in a manger,

To His own a stranger,

A Man of sorrows,

Tears and agony.

Oh how I love Him!

How I adore Him!

My breath, my sunshine,

My all in all!

The great Creator

Became my Saviour,

And all God's fullness

Dwelleth in Him.

What condescension,

Bringing us redemption;

That in the dead of night,

Not one faint hope in sight;

God, gracious, tender,

Laid aside His splendor,

Stooping to woo, to win,

To save my soul.

Without reluctance,

Flesh and blood His substance,

He took the form of man,

Revealed the hidden plan.

Oh glorious mystery,

Sacrifice of Calvary,

And now I know

Thou art the great "I Am."

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