| Song | Thou Who Didst Stoop Below |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | Thou Who Didst Stoop Below |
| Theme(s) | The Ascension |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Thou, Who Didst Stoop Below
To Drain The Cup Of Woe,
And Wear The Form Of Frail Mortality,
Thy Blessed Labours Done,
Thy Crown Of Victory Won,
Hast Passed From Earth—Passed To Thy Home On High.
It Was No Path Of Flowers,
Through This Dark World Of Ours,
Beloved Of The Father! Thou Didst Tread;
And Shall We In Dismay
Shrink From The Narrow Way,
When Clouds And Darkness Are Around It Spread.
O Thou Who Art Our Life,
Be With Us Through The Strife;
Thy Own Meek Head With Rudest Storms Was Bowed!
Raise Thou Our Eyes Above
To See A Father’s Love
Beam, Like The Bow Of Promise, Through The Cloud.
Even Through The Awful Gloom
Which Hovers O’er The Tomb,
That Light Of Love Our Guiding Star Shall Be;
Our Spirits Shall Not Dread
The Shadowy Way To Tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour! Which Doth Lead To Thee.
