Flesh of Our Flesh – John Newton

Flesh of our Flesh   

Jesus, who passed the angels by,
Assumed our flesh, to bleed and die;
And still He makes it His abode;
As a man, He fills the throne of God.

Our next of kin, our Brother now,
Is He to whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise His Name,
But we the nearest interest claim.

But ah! how faint our praises rise!
Sure ’tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share His richest love,
So cold and unconcerned should prove.

Oh glorious hour! it comes with speed
When we from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the God who died for man,
And praise Him more than angels can. 

A little known hymn of John Newton found in this work: Our Own Hymn Book, Charles H. Spurgeon, compiler. Reprint and 2nd Ed, Pilgrim Publications, Texas, 2002.  Page 66. 

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