To this earth to live and labor In His Father's name,
Poor and homeless, unknown stranger, Jesus came.
Foxes have their lair for shelter, Birds their leafy nest,
But the loving Saviour had not Where to rest.
From this lowly Man of Sorrows Many hid their face:
Shame and scorn were heaped upon Him, And disgrace.
Oh that life so pure and holy, Sacrificed each day,
Giving freely life and service All the way!
At the close is blood so precious, Shed for all mankind;
Still His foes were mocking, scoffing- They were blind.
God has raised up this same Jesus, Made Him Lord of all;
Sons of men, O now receive Him: Hear His call.
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