1 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
Bespeaks His presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in Him
To draw the carnal eye.
2 Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!
And grief His close companion still
Through all His life below!
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.
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.
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.
6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray
In ruin’s fatal road;
On Him were our transgressions laid;
He bore the mighty load.
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.
Source: Christian Hymns: for church, school and home: with music #93
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|The Cyber Hymnal #5942||The Savior Comes, No Outward Pomp||The Savior comes, no outward pomp||VOX DILECTI||William Robertson||CMD||<cite>Scottish Translations and Paraphrases</cite>, 1745|