Man of Sorrows


“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:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile and helpless, we:
Spotless Lamb of God was He:
Full atonement! can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die,
“It is finished,” was His cry;
Now in heav’n exalted high:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

— Philip Bliss (1838-1876)

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