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.
