Jane Borthwick (trans.) · 57 of 79

Christ's path was sad and lowly

"Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."--Matt. 5:3.

"Hinab geht Christi Weg."

Christ's path was sad and lowly, But yet thou, in tby pride, Wouldst climb the highest summit, And on the hight abide! Wouldst thou to heaven arise? Thy Lord the way will show thee; For who would climb these skies, Must first with Him be lowly.

Lowly, my soul, be lowly-- Follow the paths of old: The feather riseth lightly, But never so the gold! The stream, descending fast, Has gathered, quietly, slowly-- A river rolls at last-- Therefore, my soul, be lowly.

Lowly, my eyes, be lowly: God, from His throne above, Looks down upon the humble, In kindness and in love. Still, as I rise, I shall Have greater depths below me, And haughty looks must fall-- Therefore, mine eyes, be lowly.

Lowly, my hands, be lowly: Christ's poor around us dwell, Stoop down, and kindly cherish The flock He loves so well. Not toiling to secure This world's fame and glory-- Thy Saviour blessed the poor, Therefore, my hands, be lowly.

Lowly, my heart, be lowly: So God shall dwell with thee; It is the meek and patient Who shall exalted be. Deep in the yalley rest The Spirit's gifts most holy, And they who seek are blest-- Therefore, my heart, be lowly.

Lowly, I would be lowly! This frame, to earth allied, Must first to dust be humbled Ere it be glorified! My God, prepare me here For all that lies before me; I would in heaven appear, And so I would be lowly.