1 Lord Jesus, for my sake you come,
the Son of Man, and God most high,
you leave behind your Father's home
to live and serve, to love and die.

2 Your eyes seek out our world's distress
through insult, grief and agony;
they meet our tears with tenderness
yet blaze upon our blasphemy.

3 Are these the robes that make men proud,
is this the crown that you must wear?
your face is set, your head is bowed,
and silently you persevere.

4 You never grasped at selfish gain,
and yet your hands are marked with blood;
transfixed by nails, they cling in pain
to sorrow on a cross of wood.

5 Lord Jesus, come to me anew;
your hands, your eyes, your thoughts be mine,
until I learn to love like you
and live on earth the life divine.

Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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