1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were his works from day to day,
But miracles of pow'r and grace
Which spread salvation thro' our race.

2 Teach us, O Lord! to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue:
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done,
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4 But he, who marks from day to day,
In gen'rous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path the Savior trod,
The path to glory and to God.