Christ became poor

O Holy and most glorious King,
The mighty Prince of Peace,
Thou art that Lamb by whom we came
From sin to have release.

Thou in the glorious Form of God,
Before all Worlds indeed,
Most splendently O thou didst shine,
And nothing didst thou need:

And yet thy love to us was such,
Thou for us becam'st poor,
That we through thy great Poverty
Might all have Riches store.

We never can to thee express
Our Thanks sufficiently,
Who in our stead, and for our sakes
A shameful death didst die.

The Wrath and Curse that was our due,
O Lord, thou didst endure;
And in the Grave, O thou didst lye,
Our freedom to procure.

O depths and heighths of divine Love!
None can compare with thee,
So low to lye, that we on high
At last might raised be.

Lord, thou art all in all to us,
To God all praise therefore;
To him, to thee, and Spirit, we
Will sing for evermore.