O Son of Man! Thy name by choice,
Our hope, our joy, our life,
Make us like Thee, whose gen­tle voice
Was nev­er heard in strife.

Holy and harm­less, un­de­filed
On earth Thou went alone;
Came from the depths of Heav­en a child,
To make the lost Thine own.

To be a glo­ry in our night,
And bring us from ab­ove
The way Heav’n’s child­ren live, all bright
With self for­get­ting love.

In all things like Thy breth­ren made,
O teach us how to be
With meek­ness, gen­tle­ness ar­rayed
In all things like to Thee.