4 Hence and for ever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. 146 L. M. His example. 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. 2 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. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God the judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. 147 L. M. He so loved the world. John 3:16. Not to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word; Trust in his mighty name, and live: A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. 148 C. H. M. His poverty. As much have I of worldly good As e’er my Master had; I diet on as dainty food, And am as richly clad; Though plain my garb, though scant my hoard, As Mary’s Son and nature’s Lord. 2 The manger was his infant bed, His home the mountain cave; He had not where to lay his head— He borrowed e’en his grave; Earth yielded him no resting-spot; Her Maker, but she knew him not. 3 As much the world’s good-will I share, Its favors and applause, As he whose blessed name I bear, Hated without a cause; Despised, rejected, mocked by pride, Betrayed, forsaken, crucified. 4 Why should I court my Master’s foe? Why should I fear its frown? Why should I seek for rest below? Or sigh for brief renown? A pilgrim to a better land, An heir of joy at God’s right hand. 149 C. M. He went about doing good. Acts 10:38. Behold, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ.