Verse 1
O mean may seem this house of clay,
Yet ’twas the Lord’s abode;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Emmanuel trod.
Verse 2
This fleshly robe the Lord did wear,
This watch the Lord did keep,
These burdens sore the Lord did bear,
These tears the Lord did weep.
Verse 3
Our very frailty brings us near
Unto the Lord of heaven;
To every grief, to every tear,
Such glory strange is given.
Verse 4
But not this fleshly robe alone
Shall link us, Lord, to Thee;
Not only in the tear and groan
Shall the dear kindred be.
Verse 5
We shall be reckoned for Thine own
Because Thy heaven we share,
Because we sing around Thy throne
And Thy bright raiment wear.
Verse 6
O mighty grace, our life to live,
To make our earth Divine:
O mighty grace, Thy heaven to give,
And lift our life to Thine.
Thomas H. Gill, “O Mean May Seem This House of Clay”