O Son of Man, Our Hero Strong and Tender

O Son of Man

our he­ro strong and ten­der

Whose serv­ants are the brave in all the earth

Our liv­ing sac­ri­fice to Thee we ren­der

Who shar­est all our sor­rows

all our mirth.

O feet so strong to climb the path of du­ty

O lips di­vine that taught the words of truth

Kind eyes that marked the li­lies in their beau­ty

And heart that kin­dled at the zeal of youth.

Lover of child­ren

boy­hood’s in­spir­ation

Of all man­kind the Serv­ant and the King;

O Lord of joy and hope and con­so­la­tion

To Thee our fears and joys and hopes we bring.

Not in our fail­ures on­ly and our sad­ness

We seek Thy pre­sence

com­fort­er and friend;

O rich man’s guest

be with us in our glad­ness

O poor man’s mate

our low­li­est tasks at­tend.