1 PRAISE God the Lord, ye sons of clay,
Before His highest throne,
Who opens heaven again this day,
And gives us His own Son.
2 He leaves His heavenly Father's throne,
Is born an infant small,
And in a manger poor and lone
Lies in a humble stall.
3 He lays aside His power divine,
A servant's form doth take,
In want and lowness He doth pine
Who heaven and earth did make.
4 He nestles at His mother's breast,
Her milk His food must be,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
For David's Root is He.
5 'Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah's tribe would come,
By whom the Lord again would raise
His Church, His Christendom.
6 A wondrous change which He does make.
He takes our flesh and blood,
And lays aside for sinners' sake,
His majesty of God.
7 He serves, that I a lord may be;
A great exchange, indeed!
Could Jesus' love do more for me,
To help me in my need?
8 He opens us again the door
Of Paradise to-day;
The cherub guards the gate no more.
To God our thanks we pay.
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First Line: | Praise God the Lord, ye sons of clay |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Advent and Christmas |
Notes: | A. Crull, Tr.; German: Lobt Gott, ihr Christian allzugleich - N. Herman, 1560 |