When I behold the Holy One
Who laid aside His robe and crown,
My frankincense and myrrh I bring
A humble offering to my King.
When I behold Him on the cross,
Bearing for me the shame and loss,
In adoration low I bend,
And worship Him- the sinner's Friend.
When I behold Him on the throne,
The once-slain Lamb who did atone,
I join with Saint's unnumbered there
To praise His name, my Lord so fair.
Oh, praise His name! His grace proclaim,
Who lived and died, And lives again.
Forever more He is the same,
Who thro' eternal years shall reign.
-H. A. Ironside
