Hymn 99 — Lord Jesus, Thou by whom the worlds were made,
| 99 | MRS. A. M. HAYWARD | 10.10.10.10. |
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Lord Jesus, Thou by whom the worlds were made, As holy Babe wast in a manger laid; Yet did angelic hosts Thy title own, And highest glory give to God alone. | |
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Thy lowly pathway grace and truth displayed, But wicked hands Thy brow with thorns arrayed; Now glory-crowned, blest answer to Thy shame, Thy saints with joy Thy worthiness acclaim. | |
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To win Thy bride what depths or woe were Thine, Scorned and betrayed, beset by powers malign! Thy pierced hands, Thy riven side revealed The strength of love that by Thy death was sealed. | |
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Most blessed Lord, fain would we learn of Thee To fill our part, yea, more like Thee to be; With purpose fixed, Thy path our happy choice, Thyself our all, until we hear Thy voice. | |