137. He Left the Brightness of His Home
8.6.8.4.
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He left the brightness of His home
Rejected and a stranger here,
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Only begotten Son of God!
He left the courts on high
To tread the weary paths of earth;
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And angel voices at His birth
His praises chanted high;
Heaven shone upon His lowly bed;
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His life on earth was lowliness,
He had nowhere to lay His head;
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His was the voice that breathed o’er time,
"Come unto Me," for us He came;
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He loved the ones for whom He died —
Not ours to question why;
But ours to know the love of Him
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His is the loving voice we hear
That leads us to the sky.
We bless Thee, Lord, who came to earth