CHRIST’S INCARNATION

No pen can write, no tongue can tell;
Not one of us is able
To comprehend the love of Christ,
Born in a lowly stable.

The everlasting Son of God
Descended from His throne,
To ransom rebels from their sin
And for their guilt atone.

Oh matchless grace! Oh love divine!
What deep humiliation;
That Christ would come and pay the price
For reconciliation.

Why didn’t the Lord just pass us by
In fiery indignation?
Just like the fallen angels bear
Eternal condemnation?

What fools we are who stand afar,
And have no inclination
To come to Christ and plead for grace
And scorn His mediation!

Do not despise the way to life
That God Himself contrived,
By giving His beloved Son
And justice satisfied.

If we neglect, and still reject
What God for man has done,
We won’t be healed; our doom is sealed
Since we refused God’s Son.

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