’Tis God’s own Image and withal,
                                        
                                        The Son of Man, that mortals all
                                        
                                        May find in Him a Brother.
                                        
                                        He comes, with peace and love to bide
                                        
                                        On earth, the erring race to guide
                                        
                                        And help as could no other;
                                        
                                        Rather gather closer, fonder,
                                        
                                        Sheep that wander, feed and fold them,
                                        
                                        Than let evil powers hold them.