- Down from the glory of Father’s shining kingdom,
Down to a sinful world, our dying souls to win,
Came there a Savior, so full of love and mercy,
Came He, oh, Blessed One, to rescue me from sin.
- Hungry and thirsty, by Satan sorely tempted,
Weary and fainting, nor a pillow for His head;
Walking the thorn path, accused, despised, rejected,
Thus came my Savior, this unfriendly earth to tread.
- Hark! from the garden a cry of bitter anguish,
Pleads One for succor, and for comfort from above;
Jesus is bearing our many sins and sorrows,
Hear from Gethsemane the whispers of His love.
- See, on Mount Calv’ry the Son of God is dying,
Dying in agony, forsaken on the tree;
Dark hang the shadows, all nature in commotion,
Dies there a Holy One, my captive soul to free.
- Oh, think of Calv’ry, the darksome scene of Calv’ry,
Even the glowing sun refuses now to shine;
Jesus is dying—the guiltless for the guilty—
O soul, receive Him now, embracing love divine.