The Saviour
comes, no
outward
pomp,
Bespeaks His
presence
nigh;
No earthly
beauty
shines in
Him,
To draw the
carnal eye.
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All beauty
may we ever
see,
In God’s
belovèd Son,
The chiefest
of ten
thousand He,
The only
lovely One!
Rejected
and despised
of men,
Behold a man
of woe!
Grief was
His close
companion
here,
Through all
His life
below.
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Yet all
the griefs
He felt were
ours,
Ours were
the woes He
bore;
Pangs not
His own, His
spotless
soul,
With bitter
anguish
tore.
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We all
like sheep
had gone
astray,
In ruin’s
fatal road;
On Him were
our
transgressions
laid;
He bore the
mighty load.
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