So patient through a world of woe?
3 O, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 The bending angels stooped to see,
The lisping infant clasp thy knee,
And smile, as in a father’s eye,
Upon thy mild divinity.
5 And death, which sets the prisoner free,