Oh, who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
Lord Jesus Christ, Thou Light of Light!
Oh, who like Thee, did ever go
So patient through a world of woe!
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
So glorious in humility.

O wondrous Lord, our souls would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee;
Would lose the pride, the taint of sin,
That burns these fevered veins within:
And learn of Thee, the lowly One,
And like Thee all our journey run.
Oh, grant us ever on the road
To trace the footsteps of our God:
That when Thou shalt appear, arrayed
In light to judge the quick and dead,
We may to life immortal soar,
Through Thee, Who livest evermore.

Not to condemn the sons of men,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in His hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of men so well,
He sent His Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell. Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in His mighty name, and live: A thousand joys His lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.