1 Behold, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2 The largest love of human kind
Inspired His godlike breast;
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was expressed.

3 To spread the rays of heav’nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

4 Lowly in heart, to all His friends
A friend and servant found,
He washed their feet, He wiped their tears,
And healed each bleeding wound.

5 ’Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He meek and patient stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

6 To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued,
While humble prayer, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renewed.

7 At last, in hour of deep distress,
Before His Father’s throne,
With soul resigned He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!"

8 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread His holy steps,
His joys and glory share!