1 Behold, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
4 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labour'd for their good.
5 To god he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd;
While humble pray'r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.
6 In the last hours of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resign'd he bow'd, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"
7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
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First Line: | Behold, where in a mortal form |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Example of Christ |
Notes: | Public Domain. |