Out from the realm of the glory-light
Into the faraway land of night,
Out from the bliss of worshipful song
Into the pain of hatred and wrong,
Out from the holy rapture above
Into the grief of rejected love,
Out from the life at the Father’s side
Into the death of the crucified,
Out of high honour and into shame
The Master willingly, gladly came:
And now, since He may not suffer anew,
As the Father sent him so sendeth He you