We love to trace the steps
Of Christ our Lord on earth,
And speak to Thee, O blessed God,
Of His exquisite worth.
O what a Son Thou hast,
And what a servant, He
Who traversed here, and ever was
In full dependency.
In all His movements here
Deep joy Thou wouldst have found,
Thine eye didst see Him as the One
With glory, honour crowned.
With whom can He compare?
Lamb without blemish He,
What beauties shone and fragrance rose
As He walked here for Thee.
To Calvary He would go,
In perfect loyalty,
What sorrows His, what sufferings too,
In life and on the tree.
Much fruit has He brought forth
Through death; we see Him now
Extolled, exalted, very high,
To Whom the knee must bow.
Soon He will come again,
The travail of His soul
He’ll see, and joy shall ever be
His, as the ages roll.
