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,