tr., John Brownlie

I

Because I was brought low,

And sin had triumphed quite,

Thou God, all good, didst bow,

And seek me in the night.

II

And Thou didst lift me up,

For Thou wert lifted high,

When on the Cross Thou gav'st

Thyself for man to die.

III

Thou Life, Immortal Life!

O, full of sympathy!

Clothed with my flesh Thou cam'st

From Thy felicity.

IV

To burst our mortal bands,

And vanquish in the strife,

And dead, from death arise,

Crowned with immortal life.

V

To Father and to Son,

To Thee, blest Spirit, praise,

Here on the earth, and there

Where live the endless days.