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 !

Oh, who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Son of Man, Thou light of light-
Oh, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe !

Oh, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before !
So meek, so lowly, yet so high-
So glorious in humility !

Death-death that sets the prisoner free-
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee !
Yet love through all Thine anguish glowed,
And mercy in Thy life-blood flowed !

O wondrous Lord, my soul would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee ;
With heart engaged, along the road,
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God !

A. C. Coxe

" God knows the difference between the idle waiting of the slothful, and the honest waiting of a willing heart to have His will made plain, in order to do it."

" Say not, O soul,' From whence
Can God relieve my care ?
Remember that Omnipotence
Has servants everywhere."