1. The world his abject poverty
His low estate disdain,
And nothing great in Jesus see
The humbled Son of man:
But we who Christ aright have known,
And seen with inward eyes,
Adore the poor mechanick’s Son
Who made both earth and skies.
2. The poor I to the rich prefer,
If with thine eyes I see;
To bear thy Spirit’s character
The poor are chose by Thee:
The poor in every age and place
Thou dost, O God, approve
To mark with thy distinguish’d grace,
T’ inrich with faith and love.
3. We tell the proud indignant race
That heaven is due to none,
The source and principle of grace
Is hid in God alone:
The number of his chosen here
We must insist is small;
Yet still the God of love we clear,
Who offers life to all.