Behold! One com­eth in the way,
In hum­ble gar­ments clad;
The poor­est of the poor is He,
No pil­low for His head.
The hun­gry, wea­ry, sick and sad
In crowds about Him press;
To ev­ery one He gives re­lief—
What man­ner of man is this?

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It is Je­sus, it is Je­sus,
The Man of Ga­li­lee;
It is Je­sus, bless­èd Je­sus,
Who died on Cal­va­ry.

What words of grace and truth He speaks,
Ne’er heard on earth be­fore;
The bur­dened sin­ner hears that voice,
And feels his sins no more.
He calls the dead to life again,
Bids winds and bil­lows cease;
None oth­er man such works hath done—
What man­ner of man is this?

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They lead Him forth to Cal­va­ry,
O see Him bleed and die!
His parch­èd lips are plead­ing now
For those who cru­ci­fy!
His head is bowed, the cup has passed,
His Spir­it finds re­lease;
He suf­fered thus for you and me—
What man­ner of man is this?

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But lo! what won­drous thing is done?
The grave has lost its dead!
To weep­ing ones He re­ap­pears,
When all their hopes had fled.
He lin­gers but a lit­tle while,
To com­fort and to bless;
The heav’ns re­ceive Him from their sight—
What man­ner of man is this?

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