Our hope was never ours to claim,
Nor built on pride, nor earned by name;
Yet love came down through humble birth,
To bring redemption to the earth.

He walked with grace, the lost to find,
With healing hands and heart aligned;
Till on the cross He bore our sin,
So broken souls could rise again.

At Golgotha love paid the cost in full,
Where mercy met the beautiful;
And from the grave, in rising light,
He broke the hold of death and night.

Now hope is ours through Christ alone,
A gift of grace, not ours to own;
For all who trust, for all who come,
Redemption calls the weary home