Christ is come to visit man,
and work salvation's glorious plan.
Forsaking throne and crown and all,
to break down Satan's prison wall.
He came to pay the toll for sin,
that we might be sons of God again.
Born to die on our behalf,
He is our sacrificial calf.
He's sacrifice and great high priest,
this king who made himself the least.
Forsaking glory, pow'r and might,
to sleep with cattle on that night.
He was brought low to be raised high,
upon a cross of woe to die.
The blameless dying for out sin,
that we might be raised again with him.
Oh praise his name you sinful souls,
He's scribed your names upon his scroll.
He's made us sons and heirs with him,
heirs of a kingdom that shall not end.
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