O Son of Man

O Son of Man! Thy name by choice

Our hope

our joy

our life

Make us like Thee

whose gen­tle voice

Was nev­er heard in strife.

Holy and harm­less

un­de­filed

On earth Thou went alone;

Came from the depths of Heav­en a child

To make the lost Thine own.

To be a glo­ry in our night

And bring us from ab­ove

The way Heav’n’s child­ren live

all bright

With self for­get­ting love.

In all things like Thy breth­ren made

O teach us how to be

With meek­ness

gen­tle­ness ar­rayed

In all things like to Thee.