C. M. D.
He made himself of no reputation.
He came with his heavenly crown,
His scepter clad with power;
His coming was in feebleness,
The infant of an hour;
An humble manger cradled, first,
The Virgin’s holy birth,
And lowing herds surrounded there
The Lord of heaven and earth.
2 He came, not in his robe of wrath,
With arm outstretched to slay;
But on the darkling paths of earth,
To pour celestial day;
To guide in peace the wandering feet,
The broken heart to bind,
And bear upon the painful cross,
The sins of human kind.
3 And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek!
And therefore unto thee,
In humbleness and gratitude,
Our hearts shall offered be;
Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord,
Which thou wilt not despise,
Our souls, our bodies, all be thine,
A living sacrifice!