How beauteous were the marks divine

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!

O who like Thee

so mild

so bright

Thou Son of man

Thou Light of light?

O who like Thee did ever go

So patient

through a world of woe?

O who like Thee so humbly bore

The scorn

the scoffs of men

before?

So meek

so lowly

yet so high

So glorious in humility?

And death

that sets the prisoner free

Was pang

and scoff

and scorn to Thee;

Yet love through all Thy torture glowed

And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

O wondrous Lord

my soul would be

Still more and more conformed to Thee

And learn of Thee

the lowly One

And like Thee

all my journey run.