O Son of Man! Thy Name by choice, Our hope, our joy, our life, Make us like Thee, Whose gentle voice Was never heard in strife. Holy and harmless, undefiled On earth Thou went'st alone; Cam'st from the depths of heaven a child, To make the lost Thine own. To be a glory in our night, And bring us from above The way Heav'n's children live, all bright With self forgetting love. In all things like Thy brethren made, O teach us how to be With meekness, gentleness arrayed In all things like to Thee.