Lord, Thou in all things like wast made
To us, yet free from sin;
Then how unlike to us, O Lord,
Replies the voice within.

Our faith is weak; O Light of light,
Clear Thou our clouded view;
That Son of Man, and Son of God,
We give Thee honor due.

O Son of Man, Thyself hast proved
Our trials and our tears;
Life’s thankless toil and scant repose,
Death’s agonies and fears.

O Son of God, in glory raised,
Thou sittest on Thy throne:
Thence, by Thy pleadings and Thy grace,
Still succoring Thine own.

Brother and Savior, Friend and Judge!
To Thee, O Christ, be given
To bind upon Thy crown the names
Most blest in earth and Heaven.