Aye, learn of Christ, for He was meek,
And in thine intercourse with man,
When wrath is strong, and pity weak,
Too often wilt thou long to speak
The words thine heart doth plan.
Aye, learn of Christ, for He was poor,
And in the days of toil and dearth
Too oft temptation will allure,
Too oft thy spirit fain secure
The heritage of earth.
Aye learn of Christ, for He was kind,
And when thy lamp of love burns low,
And memory haunts the wounded mind,
Too often wilt thou feel inclined
To strike a fallen foe.
Aye, learn of Christ, who sought alone
To work His Heavenly Father's will,
For when thy hands are weary grown,
Too often wilt thou long thine own
Sweet pleasure to fulfill.
Aye, learn of Christ, for He is wise,
And fain would guide thy wandering feet
Through all the changing scenes that rise,
Till, filled with wonder and surprise,
Thou stand'st in Him complete.