Verse 1
Whence is it that my Lord
Himself should visit me,
Should stoop to such a wretch abhor’d,
And claim my misery?
He leaves his throne above
For his own mercy sake,
He comes constrain’d by pitying love,
And doth my nature take.
Verse 2
The mystery of thy grace
What angel can conceive?
Thou wou’dst to all our ransom’d race
Faith and salvation give:
Thou dost the grace reveal,
Thou dost the faith impart,
And thus Thou com’st again to dwell
Forever in my heart.