v.1 When in the wondrous realms above v.2 The King of Kings left world of light v.3 No crown of thorns, no cruel cross Our Savior had been called upon Became the meek and lowly One; Could make our great Redeemer shun. To save a world of sin by love, In brightest day or darkest night, He counted his own will but naught, He said, He said, And said, "Thy will, O Lord, be done."