Behold, where, in a mortal form
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Behold, where, in a mortal form,Appears each grace divine!The virtues, all in Jesus met,With mildest radiance shine.
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To spread the rays of heavenly light,To give the mourner joy,To preach glad tidings to the poor,Was his divine employ.
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'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,He meek and patient stood;His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,Who labored for their good.
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Be Christ our pattern and our guide,His image may we bear;O, may we tread his holy stepsTill we his glory share!