Humbled and Exalted (author unknown)
The maker of the universe
Came as a man, for man was cursed,
The claims of law, which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.
His holy fingers made the bough
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.
The nails that pierced His hands were mined
In secret places He designed.
He made the forest from whence sprang
The tree on which His body hanged.
He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.
The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.
The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn from rocks His hands had made.
The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years,
But a new glory crowns His brow
And every knee to Him shall bow.
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