When Jesus left His Father’s throne, <br />He chose a humble birth; <br />Like us, unhonored and unknown, <br />He came to dwell on earth. <br />Like Him may we be found below, <br />In wisdom’s path of peace; <br />Like Him in grace and knowledge grow, <br />As years and strength increase. <br /> <br />Sweet were His words and kind His look, <br />When mothers round Him pressed; <br />Their infants in His arms He took, <br />And on His bosom blessed. <br />Safe from the world’s alluring harms, <br />Beneath His watchful eye, <br />Thus in the circle of His arms <br />May we forever lie. <br /> <br />When Jesus into Zion rode, <br />The children sang around; <br />For joy they plucked the palms and strewed <br />Their garments on the ground. <br />Hosanna our glad voices raise, <br />Hosanna to our King! <br />Should we forget our Savior’s praise, <br />The stones themselves would sing.<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-jesus-left-his-father-s-throne/
