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L. M.
He humbled himself.
Phil. 2:8.
O Christ! our King, Creator, Lord!
Saviour of all who trust thy word!
To them who seek thee, ever near,
Now to our praises bend thine ear.
2 In thy dear cross a grace is found—
It flows from every streaming wound—
Whose power our inbred sin controls,
Breaks the firm bond and frees our souls!
3 Thou didst create the stars of night:
Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light—
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear,
A mortal’s painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree,
The quaking earth acknowledged thee;
When thou didst there yield up thy breath,
The world grew dark as shades of death.
5 Now in the Father’s glory high,
Great Conqueror, never more to die,
Us by thy mighty power defend,
And reign through ages without end!
Ray Palmer.