CHRIST honored not Himself,
The Father's will was His
Nor glorified Himself, nor pleased—
He high in glory is.
He offered up Himself,
A Lamb without a spot;
A sacrifice of greater worth
God's justice findeth not.
Himself He bore my guilt
Upon the cruel tree,
His hands were pierced, His blood was shed,
He suffered all for me.
Himself He purged my sins,
He gave Himself for me,
That I eternal life might win,
And with Him ever be.
That Christ the church might have,
The bride He loved and bought,
He stooped to death, He gave Himself-
Oh wondrous, wondrous thought!
The Lord Himself shall come,
'Tis Him I wait to see,
In His blessed presence ever near,
To dwell eternally.
When reached you glorious home,
Low at His feet I'll fall,
And praise with joy my Savior God—
Himself path done it all. C. A. D.