Hymn 188 - "We see Thee, Lord of glory,"

We see Thee, Lord of glory,

Descending from above,

And learn the wondrous story

Of God come down in love.

Thus cradled in a manger,

We see Thee, Jesus, there,

A houseless, homeless Stranger,

Our sorrows all to share.

O strange yet fit beginning

Of all that life of woe,

In which Thy grace was winning

Poor man his God to know!

O love, all thought surpassing!

That Thou shouldst with us be,

Nor yet in triumph passing,

But human infancy!

We gaze upon Thy weakness—

The manger and the cross;

We love Thee for Thy meekness

Through suff'ring, pain and loss.

We see the Godhead glory

Shine through that human veil,

And, willing, hear the story

Of love that's come to heal.