1 Thou camest down from heav'n on high,
O Son of God the Father,
For this lost world to bleed and die,
Thy straying sheep to gather,
The works of Satan to destroy,
To turn our sorrow into joy.
2 In Thee the blind receive their sight,
The lame with joy are leaping,
The sorrowful find pure delight,
The weary peaceful sleeping;
Thou givest speech unto the dumb,
And vibrant life to senses numb.
3 Thou Who hast broken Satan's power,
Be Thou our Strength, dear Jesus!
Uphold us in the evil hour,
And from his might release us!
His kingdom is a stronghold still,
And legions hearken to his will.
4 But O, before Thy Word, dear Lord,
The prince of darkness trembles!
He quails before that two-edged Sword
When Thine armed host assembles!
O mighty Word, how great thy power!
Thou art our refuge, shield, and tower.
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #87