Behold, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
The largest love of human kind
Inspired His godlike breast;
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was expressed.
To spread the rays of heav’nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.
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.
’Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He meek and patient stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.
To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued,
While humble prayer, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renewed.
At last, in hour of deep distress,
Before His Father’s throne,
With soul resigned He bowed, and said,
Thy will, not Mine, be done!
Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread His holy steps,
His joys and glory share!