Which Thou on earth hast trod,
To men Thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God;
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced Thy side
Drew forth the blood to save;
Thy works were ever good;
Although midst sorrows all Thy life,
Thou spak'st no murmuring word.
'Mid darkness only light,
Thou didst Thy Father's name confess,
And in His will delight;
Or suffering, shame, and loss,
Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross.
And fain would like Thee be,
And all our rest and pleasure find
In learning, Lord, of Thee.