Down From His Glory

Down from His glory, ever living story,
my God and Saviour came,
and Jesus was His name.
Born in a manger, to His own a stranger,
a Man of Sorrows, tears, and agony.

Chorus:
O how I love Him! How I adore Him!
My breath, my sunshine, my all in all.
The great Creator became my Saviour,
and all God's fullness dwelleth in Him.

What condescension, bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night,
not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender, laid aside His splendour,
stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.

Without reluctance, flesh and blood His substance,
He took the form of man,
revealed the hidden plan,
O glorious mystery sacrifice of Calv'ry,
and now I know Thou art the great I AM.