Author Unknown (182/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

Author Unknown BEHOLD, where in a mortal form Appears each grace divine! The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy; To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was His divine employ. 3 Lowly in heart, to all His friends A friend and servant found, He washed their feet, He wiped their tears, And healed each bleeding wound. 4 ’Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek He stood, His foes ungrateful, sought His life; He labored for their good. 5 In the last hour of deep distress, Before His Father’s throne, With soul resigned He bowed and said, “Thy will, not Mine, be done!” 6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide! His image may we bear; Oh may we tread His holy steps, His joy and glory share!