Who—holy, harmless, undefiled,
Was patient—spurned, was dumb—reviled;
Who, in the agonies of death,
Poured for His foes His parting breath;
Was perfect God and man in one:
Give glory to the Incarnate Son!
Barton.
Behold the beauty of His matchless life
In deed and thought connecting earth and heaven:—
Call every virtue which the mind conceives,