How Beauteous Were the Marks Divine |
Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840, cento
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. O who like thee, so calm, so bright,
3. O who like thee so humbly bore | 4. 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.
5. And death, that sets the prisoner free,
6. O in thy light be mine to go, |