And raisest us again on high,
Thus with us fares it always.
Thou ever leadest wondrously
Thy children dear who please Thee!
Would I have life? Then first must I
E'en down to death abase me.
In honour who'd be raised on high,
He self-abas'd on earth must lie
As worthless dust and ashes.
On earth, Lord, Thy belovèd Son