The Sav­ior 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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