The Savior comes, no outward pomp

Verse 1

The Saviour comes! no outward pomp Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him To draw the carnal eye.

Verse 2

Rejected and despised of men, Behold a Man of woe! And grief His close companion still Through all His life below!

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

We held Him as condemned of heaven, An outcast from His God; While for our sins He groaned, He bled, Beneath His Father's rod.

Verse 5

His sacred blood hath washed our souls From sin's polluting stain; His stripes have healed us, and His death Revived our souls again.

Verse 6

We all, like sheep, have gone astray In ruin’s fatal road; On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load.

Verse 7

He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven; He lives to bless them and defend, And plead their cause in heaven.