Oh, Who in mortal presence

Oh, Who in mortal presence
Lies here in peaceful might?
Our Maker and Redeemer
Who brings salvation's light!
He came to save transgressors,
Of whom I am the chief.
Oh, how He loves each sinner,
Each publican and thief.

To humble place and lowly
Creator God has come,
And here we fall in reverence
To He Who left His throne.
His throne, for now, a manger,
His robe, mean swaddling bands.
Yet all who gather 'round Him
Were formed by His own hands.

Can I obtain His favor?
Will my good works atone?
Can I by right endeavor
Claim standing at His throne?
I must, before His manger,
The smallest throne e'er seen,
Surrender my ambition,
Repent of all my sin.

And now, the heavens shimmer
With great, supernal light.
I see with eyes now open
The glorious, rapturing sight!
I join the angel message
Which sounds to earth from Heav'n
"To God be highest glory,
And peace, good will to men."