Lord, what is Man

Lord, what is man, lost man,

That Thou shouldst be so mindful of him?

That the Son of God forsook his glory, His abode,

To become a poor, tormented man!

The Deity was shrunk into a span,

And that for me, O wound'rous love, for me.

Reveal, ye glorious spirits, when ye knew

The way the Son of God took to renew lost man,

Your vacant places to supply;

Blest spirits tell,

Which did excel,

Which was more prevalent,

Your joy or your astonishment,

That man should be assum'd into the Deity,

That for a worm a God should die.

Oh! for a quill, drawn from your wing

To write the praises of th'Eternal Love;

Oh! for a voice like yours to sing

That anthem here, which once you sung above.

Hallelujah!