From a pal­ace to a man­ger,
Once the Sav­ior came;
Poor, des­pised, and called a stran­ger;
This, my Sav­ior’s fame.
Down in path­ways dark and drea­ry,
Still my Sav­ior goes,
Cheering hearts grown faint and wea­ry,
Bearing oth­er’s woes.

Refrain

My Lord was cru­ci­fied for me,
Upon the cross He died for me,
And I will love Thee, my Sav­ior;
For Thou hast first loved me.

On the cross, His arms ex­tend­ed,
There my Sav­ior dies;
In a grave—His life-work end­ed,
There my Sav­ior lies;
From the tomb, death’s fet­ters rend­ing,
See my Sav­ior rise,
Back to Heav’n, to home as­cend­ing,
Lo! He mounts the skies.

Refrain

Wide are flung the gates of bright­ness,
List the heav’n­ly strains!
On a throne of daz­zling white­ness,
Now my Sav­ior reigns;
And to see Him in His beau­ty
On the hills of God,
I must tread the path of du­ty,
That my Sav­ior trod.

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