Who has be­lieved thy Word,
Or Thy sal­va­tion known?
Reveal Thine Arm, al­migh­ty Lord,
And glo­ri­fy Thy Son.

The Jews e­steemed Him here
Too mean for their be­lief;
Sorrows His chief acq­uaint­ance were,
And His com­panion, grief.

They turned their eyes away,
And treate­d Him with scorn;
But ’twas their griefs up­on Him lay,
Their sor­rows He has borne.

’Twas for the stub­born Jews,
And Gen­tiles then un­known,
The God of jus­tice pleased to bruise
His best-be­lov­èd Son.

“But I’ll pro­long His days,
And make His king­dom stand;
My plea­sure (saith the God of grace),
Shall pros­per in His hand.

“His joy­ful soul shall see
The pur­chase of His pain
And by His know­ledge jus­ti­fy
The guil­ty sons of men.

“Ten thou­sand cap­tive slaves,
Released from death and sin,
Shall quit their pris­ons and their graves,
And own His pow­er di­vine.

Heav’n shall ad­vance My Son
To joys that Earth de­nied;
Who saw the fol­lies men had done,
And bore their sins, and died.