34. Praise God the Lord, ye sons of clay

1 PRAISE God the Lord, ye sons of clay,
Before His highest throne,
Who opens heaven again this day,
And gives us His own Son.

2 He leaves His heavenly Father's throne,
Is born an infant small,
And in a manger poor and lone
Lies in a humble stall.

3 He lays aside His power divine,
A servant's form doth take,
In want and lowness He doth pine
Who heaven and earth did make.

4 He nestles at His mother's breast,
Her milk His food must be,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
For David's Root is He.

5 'Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah's tribe would come,
By whom the Lord again would raise
His Church, His Christendom.

6 A wondrous change which He does make.
He takes our flesh and blood,
And lays aside for sinners' sake,
His majesty of God.

7 He serves, that I a lord may be;
A great exchange, indeed!
Could Jesus' love do more for me,
To help me in my need?

8 He opens us again the door
Of Paradise to-day;
The cherub guards the gate no more.
To God our thanks we pay.

Text Information
First Line: Praise God the Lord, ye sons of clay
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1893
Topic: Advent and Christmas
Notes: A. Crull, Tr.; German: Lobt Gott, ihr Christian allzugleich - N. Herman, 1560
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