1 O Lord, Thou art the Son of man,
Our human nature Thou didst take;
Begotten of a virgin true,
Of flesh and blood Thou didst partake.
2 In bondman's form, with lowliness,
Thou walkedst on this earth of woe;
The human living Thou didst have
And all its suff'rings undergo.
3 Born in a manger as a babe,
Thou wast a child among the poor;
Thou as a carpenter didst work,
And e'en an outlaw's death endure.
4 Then Thou wast raised up from the dead,
Still with the human nature true;
And as a man in form divine,
Thou didst ascend to heaven too.
5 Now over all, and on the throne,
Thou, still a man, art glorified;
A man with God in light divine
With whom our God is satisfied.
6 In glory Thou wilt come again,
Still as a man appearing then;
As King of kings, with pow'r divine,
With human nature seen by men.
7 Thou, as the center of all things,
In the new heav'n and earth shalt be,
Forever as the One divine,
Existing in humanity.