O Son of God

Verse 1

How beauteous were the marks divine That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God!

Verse 2

Oh who like thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? Oh who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe?

Verse 3

Oh who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility.

Verse 4

Oh in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all this way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!