Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,

When Thou camest to earth for me;

But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room

For Thy holy nativity:

Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,

Proclaiming Thy royal degree;

But of lowly birth cam'st Thou, Lord, on earth,

And in great humility:

The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest

In the shade of the forest tree;

But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,

In the deserts of Galilee:

Thou camest, O Lord, with the living Word

That should set Thy people free;

But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,

They bore Thee to Calvary:

When heaven's arches shall ring, and her choirs shall sing

At Thy coming to victory,

Let Thy voice call me up, saying, "Yet there is room,

There is room at My side for thee!"