1 How beauteous were the marks divine
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glow'd,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flow'd.
4 Oh, 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!
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First Line: | How beauteous were the marks divine |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: a Pattern; Example: of Christ; Following Christ(8 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: A. C. Coxe |