225 O who like Thee, so calm, so bright,

1 O who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou Light of light, O who like Thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe; So meek, so lowly, yet so high, So glorious in humility? 2 O wondrous Lord, our souls would be Still more and more conformed to Thee, Would lose the pride, the taint of sin, That burns these fevered veins within; And learn of Thee, the lowly one, And like Thee all our journey run. 3 O grant us ever on the road To trace the footsteps of our God; That when Thou shalt appear, arrayed In light to judge the quick and dead, We may to life immortal soar, Through Thee, who livest evermore.