O Son of Man! Thy Name by choice,
Our hope, our joy, our life,
Make us like Thee, whose gentle voice
Was never heard in strife.

Holy and harmless, undefiled
On earth Thou went’st alone;
Cam’st from the depths of heaven a child,
To make the lost Thine own.

To be a glory in our night,
And bring us from above
The way Heav’n’s children live, all bright
With self forgetting love.

In all things like Thy brethren made,
O teach us how to be
With meekness, gentleness arrayed
In all things like to Thee.

O Son of Man, our Hero strong and tender,
Whose servants are the brave in all the earth,
Our living sacrifice to Thee we render,
Who sharest all our sorrows, all our mirth.

O feet so strong to climb the path of duty,
O lips divine that taught the words of truth,
Kind eyes that marked the lilies in their beauty,
And heart that kindled at the zeal of youth.

Lover of children, boyhood’s inspiration,
Of all mankind the Servant and the King;
O Lord of joy and hope and consolation,
To Thee our fears and joys and hopes we bring.

Not in our failures only and our sadness
We seek Thy presence, Comforter and Friend;
O rich man’s Guest, be with us in our gladness,
O poor man’s Mate, our lowliest tasks attend.