Who Is This Man of Sorrows?

Who is this that com­eth from Ed­om

Crimson red His gar­ments dyed?

In His hands are cru­el nail prints

And a spear wound in His side?

Say

who is this Man of Sor­rows?

Why is He thus pierced and scarred?

Who with face and form so king­ly!

Why His beau­te­ous vis­age marred?

It is Christ

the King of glo­ry

Who His life a ran­som gave

Bow be­fore Him

and ad­ore Him

Jesus Christ the migh­ty to save.

Who is this

des­pised and re­ject­ed

Who the wine­press trod alone?

Who is this by all for­sak­en

Left to com­fort there are none?

Who is this op­pressed

af­flict­ed

Yet no mur­mur ev­er heard;

As a Lamb led to the slaugh­ter

Yet He an­swers not a word!

Who is this with bear­ing so king­ly

And a crown His brow ado­rns

Not of gold and gems be­fit­ting

But of mock­ing

cru­el thorns?

Why with ma­ny stripes thus beat­en?

Why thus scourged and spit up­on?

Why His ang­uish in the gar­den

Kneeling

pray­ing all alone?

Who is this on Cal­va­ry’s moun­tain

Dying there such shame­ful death?

Who for His tor­ment­ors pray­ing

With His last ex­pir­ing breath?

Who is this that earth should trem­ble

And the sun in dark­ness hide

Rocks be rent and graves be op­ened

When He bowed His head and died?