How low was our Redeemer brought

HOW LOW WAS OUR REDEEMER BROUGHT!
The King who held the stars
lay helpless in a maiden’s arms
and pressed against her heart.
While sheep and cattle raised their voice,
the babe could speak no words;
the ever-flowing spring of joy
had come to share our thirst.

2 How low was our Redeemer brought!
The Lord the worlds obeyed
would stumble as he learned to walk
upon the ground he’d made;
the one the angels bowed before
would kneel to wash our feet
and be at home among the poor,
though he owned everything.

Gloria, gloria in the highest!
Gloria, gloria in the highest!

3 How low was our Redeemer brought
to raise us from our shame!
And now the highest praise of all
belongs to Jesus’ name.
The healer wounded on a tree
to bear our grief and sin;
the King gave up his crown so we
could ever reign with him.

Gloria, gloria in the highest… (repeat)

How low was our Redeemer brought
to raise us from our shame!
And now the highest praise of all
belongs to Jesus’ name.