When Jesus Dwelt In Mortal Clay
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were His works from day to day,
But miracles of pow’r and grace,
Which spread salvation thro’ our race?
Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue:
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives:
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation’s blot, creation’s blank.
But he who marks from day to day
In gen’rous acts his radiant way,
The same path treads the Savior trod,
The path to glory and to God.