1 Who is this, so weak and helpless,
Child of lowly Hebrew maid?
Rudely in a stable shelter'd,
Coldly in a manger laid?
'Tis the Lord of all creation,
Who this wondrous path hath trod;
He is God from everlasting,
And to everlasting, God.
2 Who is this, a Man of sorrows,
Walking sadly life's hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan's sway?
'Tis our God, our glorious Saviour,
Who above the starry sky
Now prepared the many mansions,
Where no tear can dim the eye.
3 Who is this--behold Him shedding
Drops of blood upon the ground?
Who is this--despised, rejected,
Mock'd, insulted, beaten, bound?
'Tis our God, who gifts and graces
On His Church now poureth down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance
All His foes beneath His throne.
4 Who is this that hangeth dying,
While the rude world scoffs and scorns,
On the cross with sinners number'd,
Pierced by nails and crown'd with thorns?
'Tis the God who ever liveth
'Mid the shining ones on high,
In the glorious golden city
Reigning everlastingly.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Who is this, so weak and helpless |
Meter: | 8s. 7s. D. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1883 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | S. JOHN'S |
Meter: | 8s. 7s. D. |
Key: | C Major |