Text: | Behold where, in a mortal form |
Author: | Enfield |
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 heavenly 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 washed their feet, he wiped their tears,
And healed each bleeding wound.
4 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life:
He labored for their good.
5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done!
6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
His image may we bear:
Oh, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share.
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First Line: | Behold where, in a mortal form |
Author: | Enfield |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | Christ: Life, Office, and Example; Divine Virtue in the Life of Jesus |