O Man, God—Man! The Peerless Man!
Jesus, my Lord, God’s Son,
Perfection’s perfect in its height,
But found in Thee alone.
Of Abba’s love, of God’s great claims
Thou com’st not short at all:
Perfect in everything art Thou,
Alone since Adam’s fall.
O matchless, peerless Man! Shall we
Begrudge to Thee this praise?
Perfect alone, Thou cam’st in love,
From ruin us to raise.
Peerlessly spotless Man! ‘twas Thou
Wrath’s cup did’st drink for me.
Peerlessly righteous Man! I’m made
God’s righteousness through Thee.
Peerlessly glorious Man! How soon
Shall I be like to Thee!
Thy very glory then reflect,
Thy matchless beauty see.