Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#115

115. Behold, where in a mortal form

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 pursued;
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!

Text Information

• First Line: Behold, where in a mortal form
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christ: Life and Ministry; Jesus went about doing good

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