Descending from glory on high,
With men Thy delight was to dwell,
Contented, our Surety to die,
Nor e'er didst the vilest repel.
Enduring the grief and the shame,
Thou barest our sins on the cross,
Oh! who would not boast of this love,
And count the world's glory but loss?
John 6:38; Proverbs 8:31; Hebrews 7:22; Luke 7:34,37-39,44-48; Hebrews 12:2; 1 Peter 2:24; Philippians 3:8