Author Unknown
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!