The unsearchable riches of Christ.
Ephesians 3:8
Words: Harry Lee, before 1918.
Music: Brockham Jeremiah Clarke, Divine Companion, second edition, 1707 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know when this hymn was written, or where to get a good photo of Lee (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
My master was so very poor,
A manger was His cradling place;
So very rich my master was
Kings came from far to gain His grace.
My master was so very poor,
And with the poor He broke the bread;
So very rich my master was
That multitudes by Him were fed.
My master was so very poor,
They nailed Him naked to a cross;
So very rich my master was
He gave His all and knew no loss.