The Lord looks down from places high,

So lofty, so unreachable

And lifts the lowly, freed from pride

To heights so unattainable.

Yes, He alone can do this feat

So gracious, so unthinkable

And lead us to His mercy seat

So blood-tinged, so unchangeable.

When things of life would lay me low,

Help me, then, not begrudge my pride’s melting.