A Perfect Path of Purest Grace

A per­fect path of pur­est grace

Unblemished and com­plete

Was Thine

Thou spot­less Na­za­rite

Pure

ev­en to the feet.

Thy stain­less life

Thy love­ly walk

In ev­ery as­pect true

From the de­file­ment all around

No taint of ev­il drew.

No brok­en serv­ice

Lord was Thine

No change was in Thy way;

Unsullied in Thy ho­li­ness

Thy strength knew no de­cay.

The vow was on Thee—Thou didst come

To yield Thy­self to death;

And con­se­cra­tion marked Thy path

And spoke in ev­ery breath.

Morning by morn­ing Thou didst wake

Amidst this poi­soned air;

Yet no con­ta­gion touched Thy soul

No sin dis­turbed Thy pray­er.

Thus

Lord we love to trace Thy course

To mark where Thou hast trod

And fol­low Thee with lov­ing eye

Up to the throne of God.