O who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light?
O who like Thee did ev­er go
So pa­tient through a world of woe!

O who like Thee so hum­bly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men be­fore;
So meek, for­giv­ing, God­like, high
So glo­ri­ous in hu­mil­ity!

And all Thy life’s un­chang­ing years,
A man of sor­rows and of tears,
The cross, where all our sins were laid,
Upon Thy bend­ing shoul­ders weighed.

And death, which sets the pri­son­er free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy tor­ture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life blood flowed.

O in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all this way of woe;
And give me ev­er on the road
To trace Thy foot­steps, Son of God.