That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Lamb of God!
2.
Oh! who like thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Holy child, Thou Light of Light,
Oh! who like thee, did ever go
So patient, through a world of wo,
Oh! who like thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before,