1. Who is this, so weak and helpless, 
Child of lowly Hebrew maid, 
Rudely in a stable sheltered, 
Coldly in a manger laid? 
’Tis the Lord of all creation, 
Who this wondrous path has trod; 
He is Lord 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 Savior, 
Who above the starry sky 
Is for us a place preparing, 
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, 
Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? 
’Tis our God, Who gifts and graces 
On His church is pouring down; 
Who shall smite in holy vengeance 
All His foes beneath His throne.

4. Who is this that hangs there dying 
While the rude world scoffs and scorns, 
Numbered with the malefactors, 
Torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? 
’Tis our God Who lives forever 
’Mid the shining ones on high, 
In the glorious golden city, 
Reigning everlastingly.

William Walsham How[

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