And doomed to endless woe.
3 Th’ almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;
While angels viewed, with wondering eyes,
And hailed th’ incarnate God.
4 O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I can not wish for more.
5 On thee, alone, my hope relies,