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 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labor'd for their good.
4 To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued;
While humble prayer and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.
5 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."
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 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: a Pattern; Example: of Christ; Following Christ(5 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Enfield |