1 Oh, fairest-born of Love and Light!
Yet bending brow and eye severe
On all which pains the holy sight,
Or wounds the pure and perfect ear--
2 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye,
How fade the lines of caste and birth!
How equal in their sufferings lie
The groaning multitudes of earth!
3 Still to a stricken brother true,
Whatever clime hath nourished him;
As stooped to heal the wounded Jew,
The worshiper of Gerizim.
4 In holy words which can not die,
In thoughts which angels learned to know,
Christ gave thy message from on high,
Thy mission to a world of woe.
5 That voice's echo hath not died;
From the blue lake of Galilee,
From Tabor's lonely mountain-side,
It calls a struggling world to thee.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #806