1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were His works, from day to day,
But miracles of pow'r and grace,
That spread salvation thro' our race?

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank;
Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4 But he, who marks from day to day
In generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Savior trod,
The path to glory and to God.