1 As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought, how comforting and sweet,
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses he knows
From life's first dawning till its close.

2 Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear?
The recollection will remain,
More deeply did he suffer here:
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief!

3 If Satan tempts our hearts to stray,
And whispers evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin,
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

4 Just such as I, this earth he trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the Son of God,
As I am now, so he has been:
My God, my Saviour! look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy