"Man of Sorrows," what a name for the Son of God, who came ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude, in my place condemned he stood; sealed my pardon with his blood:
Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; spotless Lamb of God was he; full atonement, can it be?
Lifted up was he to die; "It is finished!" was his cry; now in heav'n exalted high:
When he comes, our glorious King, all his ransomed home to bring, then anew this song we'll sing: