WE saw Thee not when Thou didst come
To this poor world of sin and death,
Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage home
In that despised Nazareth;
But we believe Thy footsteps trod
Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God.
Lord, be ours Thy power to keep,
In the very heart of grief
And In trial, love;
In our meekness to be wise,
And through sorrow to arise
To our God above.