My Lord

Humble savior, born in stall;
Come to save the world all.
Condescension of a God,
In the robes of peasant shod.

Mission holy sent to do,
How I wish they only knew!
Why does man not understand
Prophets in his very land?

Often simple minds reject
Treasures great and truths correct.
May I always comprehend,
All the wondrous gifts you send.

And the earth, the truth be taught,
That thy suff'ring be for aught.
Oh my savior, holy lamb,
In thy debt I always am.