HIS GLORY

Christ, come to this world of sin,
Had no welcome at the inn,
Though the rich might dwell within –
    In all this His glory shone.

Dwelling with the poor and meek
He was helper of the weak
Close to sinners, yet unique –
    In all this His glory shone.

When His scared disciples fled,
When the Lord was bound and led,
When men buffeted His head –
    In all this His glory shone.

Though men nailed Him to the tree,
Though He bore God’s wrath for me,
Though He died to set me free –
    In all this His glory shone.

Through the ages many a saint
Bore man’s fire without complaint,
Spirit strong, though body faint –
    In all this His glory shone.