Monday, January 16, 2023
487. Proper 17 (Series C)
Jesus, to You all laud is due,
For though You knew heav'nly fame,
You stooped below, mercy to show
And undergo death and shame.
Grant, Lord, that we like You may be,
Happy to see scant acclaim;
Freshen our nerve others to serve
And never swerve from the aim
To tend the flame of Your name.
After You bled, pierced in our stead,
Christ, from the dead You arose.
Seated on high, our cause You ply,
Toward us God's eye to dispose.
Fit us to share Your glory there,
Bidding us wear spotless clothes.
Soon draw us forth as heav'n and earth
Cry out in birth's dreadful throes,
Till life o'erthrows all our woes.
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