THE Word, with God the Father One, Is now the Virgin's new-born Son, The streams of wrath begin to flow; The taste of grief He deigns to know. The lowliest poverty He bears That we may be with wealth supplied; To be the Lamb for sinners slain, - men. NOW, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal, And make Thy glory known; Now let us all Thy presence feel, Help us to venture near Thy throne, And plead a Saviour's Name; Is vanity and shame. From all the guilt of former sin Send down Thy Spirit from above, That saints may love Thee more, |