1  Down from His glory,

       Ever living story,

    My God and Savior came,

       And Jesus was His name.

    Born in a manger,

       To His own a stranger,

    A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.

 2  What condescension,

       Bringing us redemption;

    That in the dead of night,

       Not one faint hope in sight,

    God, gracious, tender,

       Laid aside His splendor,

    Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.

 3  Without reluctance,

       Flesh and blood His substance

    He took the form of man,

       Revealed the hidden plan.

    O glorious myst'ry,

       Sacrifice of Calv'ry,

    And now I know Thou art the great "I AM."