SAVIOR, though the world despised Thee,
All God's angels to Thee bow;
And the Father's glory raised Thee,
When man's hatred laid Thee low;
Lord of glory
Blessed evermore art Thou.
In that hour of shame unbounded,
When Thine own in terror fled,
And God's plans seemed all confounded
In Thee on the tree left dead,
Then, blest Savior,
Was the great atonement made.
Oh! for grace to share Thy sorrow
In the world that cast Thee out;
Whilst we hail the cloudless morrow
By Thy work secured from doubt,
When, our Savior,
Thou hast us to glory brought.