O Who Like Thee, So Calm, So Bright?

O who like Thee

so calm

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

for­giv­ing

God­like

high

So glo­ri­ous in hu­mil­ity!

And all Thy life’s un­chang­ing years

A man of sor­rows and of tears

The cross

where all our sins were laid

Upon Thy bend­ing shoul­ders weighed.

And death

which 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 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.