Lord, Thou in all things like wast made
To us, yet free from sin;
Then how un­like to us, O Lord,
Replies the voice with­in.

Our faith is weak; O light of light,
Clear Thou our cloud­ed view;
That Son of Man, and Son of God,
We give Thee hon­or due.

O Son of Man, Thy­self hast proved
Our tri­als and our tears;
Life’s thank­less toil and scant re­pose,
Death’s ago­nies and fears.

O Son of God, in glo­ry raised,
Thou sit­test on Thy throne:
Thence, by Thy plead­ings and Thy grace,
Still suc­cor­ing Thine own.

Brother and Sav­ior, friend and judge!
To Thee, O Christ, be giv­en
To bind up­on Thy crown the names
Most blest in earth and Hea­ven.