God has come down to men
To mediate for them.
He didn’t break but bend.
Not to tear but to mend.
Down God did then descend,
Up then man did ascend,
In one Person and Head,
Union to never end.
The Word incarnate, and
No, He did not pretend
But grew and groaned and bled
To win us back again.
The blood of God was shed,
Author of life was dead,
The Lord of glory spread
Across the tree. Amen!
Although His life was spent
He death and Hades rent,
On high His Spirit sent,
Now commands you repent.