Behold, Where in a Mortal Form

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

In the last hours of deep distress, Before His Father's throne, With soul resigned He bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

Verse 5

Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide! His image may we bear! O may we tread His holy steps, His joys and glory share! Amen.