1. 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!

2. Oh who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3. Oh who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility.

4. Oh 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!