Classic Poem

It is my sweetest comfort, Lord,
And will for ever be,
To muse upon the gracious truth
Of Thy humanity.

O joy! there sitteth in our flesh,
Upon a throne of light,
One of a human mother born,
In blazing Godhead bright!

Though earth's foundations should be mov'd
Down to their lowest deep;
Though the whole sunder'd universe
Into destruction sweep, —

For ever God, for ever man,
My Jesus shall endure;
And fix'd on Him, my hope remains
Eternally secure.