Author Unknown

C.M.

BEHOLD, where in a mortal form

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

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To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy;

To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was His divine employ.

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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.

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’Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek He stood,

His foes ungrateful, sought His life;

He labored for their good.

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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!”

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Be Christ our pattern and our guide!

His image may we bear;

Oh may we tread His holy steps,

His joy and glory share!