87. O Jesus, Saviour, born in lowly station

1. O Jesus, Saviour, born in lowly station,

   A virgin's Son, in David's royal line.

   For to redeem from every tribe and nation

   Thou didst stoop down and die, and I am Thine.

   Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee—

   How great Thou art, how great Thou art;

   Before Thy lofty throne I bow the knee,

   And there confess, how great Thou art.

2. When I look back and see in history's pages

   The story of Thy world-wide triumphs told;

   While o'er the globe to Thee, the Rock of Ages,

   Men turn from sin, Thy beauty to behold,

3. And since I know the Babe of Bethlehem's manger

   Is Lord of Heaven, whom myriad hosts acclaim,

   Yet here amid the poor, on earth a Stranger,

   He died to save me—I extol His Name.

4. He who on earth was scorned, despised, rejected,

   Who now in heaven sits on His glorious throne,

   Is coming soon, the Kind so long expected,

   To rule the universe and bless His own.