The King arose from His great throne,

And down to earth He came.

To with His blood for sin atone,

To serve and not to reign.

He came from glorious Heaven high 

To wash our feet below.

He came to shed His blood and die,

And wash us in the flow.

He came a humble lowly babe,

God With Us, the Christ.

The Potter has become the clay,

The Way, the Truth, the Life.

In death, He crushed the serpent’s head

And took his every key.

He lives to raise us from the dead

And for us intercedes.

Our grave clothes have been removed;

Eternal life killed death.

Christ made us a creation new,

Clothed in His righteousness.

The humble King of lowly heart

Has fire in His eyes.

The scepter from Him won’t depart,

His kingdom never dies.

He judges all the quick and dead,

The Lord of all the earth.

The books are opened and are read;

All bow and ascribe worth.

“Jesus Christ is Lord of all,”

Does every tongue confess.

Humbly at His feet they fall,

And praise His righteousness.

In glorious courts of our great King,

We’ll raise our voice as one.

To the Lamb we shall sing,

“What great things He has done!”

In mansions great with golden glow,

In vast and heavenly throng,

As we are known, we shall know,

We’ll sing the Lamb’s song;

To Jesus we belong,

To Jesus we belong.