The Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How won­drous are His ways!
O for a harp of thou­sand strings,
To sound abroad His praise!
How pass­ing strange, to leave the seat
Of Heav’n’s eter­nal throne,
And hosts of glit­ter­ing se­ra­phim,
For guil­ty man alone!

And did He bow His sac­red head,
And die a death of shame?
Let men and an­gels mag­ni­fy
And bless His ho­ly name!
O let us live in peace and love,
And cast away our pride.
And cru­ci­fy our sins afresh.
As He was cru­ci­fied!

He rose again; then let us rise
From sin, and Christ ad­ore,
And dwell in peace with all man­kind,
And tempt the Lord no more:
The Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How won­drous are His ways!
O for a harp of thou­sand strings
To sound abroad His praise!