Lord, Thou in all things like wast made To us, yet free from sin; Then how unlike to us, O Lord, Replies the voice within. Our faith is weak; O Light of light, Clear Thou our clouded view; That Son of Man, and Son of God, We give Thee honor due. O Son of Man, Thyself hast proved Our trials and our tears; Life’s thankless toil and scant repose, Death’s agonies and fears. O Son of God, in glory raised, Thou sittest on Thy throne: Thence, by Thy pleadings and Thy grace, Still succoring Thine own. Brother and Savior, Friend and Judge! To Thee, O Christ, be given To bind upon Thy crown the names Most blest in earth and Heaven. |