My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,

I read my duty in thy word;

But in thy life the law appears

Drawn out in living characters.

Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,

Such deference to thy Father’s will,

Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe, and make them mine.

Cold mountains, and the midnight air,

Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;

The desert thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

Be thou my pattern; may I bear

More of thy gracious image here;

And, by the paths which thou hast trod,

Press on to holiness and God.