In His Name
Thousand of miles away he came.
Salvation of souls to proclaim.
Silver nor gold, not his aim.
But our lost glory to reclaim.
How powerful is his name?!
The lame and maimed walked in his name.
A creator born king, with his fame,
on the tree, bore his creature's shame.
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