Christian Worship Behold, Where, In A Mortal Form
Behold, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
‘Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.
In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father’s throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done!
Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!