1 LORD Jesus, homeless Stranger,
Thou dearest Friend to me,
An outcast in a manger,
That Thou might'st with us be;
2 We gaze upon Thy meekness,
The manger and the cross;
We cling to Thee in weakness
Through suffering, pain, and loss.
3 We see the Godhead-glory
Shine through that human veil;
And, willing, hear the story
Of love come here to heal.
4 But who Thy path of service,
Thy steps removed from ill,
Thy patient love to serve us,
With human tongue can tell?
5 'Mid sin, and all corruption,
Where hatred did abound,
Thy path of true perfection
Shed light on all around.
6 O'er all, Thy perfect goodness
Rose blessedly divine;
Poor hearts oppressed with sadness
Found ever rest in Thine.
