Despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.@Isaiah 53:3

Har­ry San­ders, in The Stand­ard Church Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Chris­to­pher C. Cline (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio and Lou­is­ville, Ken­tuc­ky: Standard Pub­lish­ing and Guide Printing & Pub­lish­ing, 1888), num­ber 463 (🔊 pdf nwc).

See Him in the garden lone,
Midnight darkness o’er Him;
None but God to hear His moan,
Naught but death before Him;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

All His friends forsake Him now,
None with Him are staying;
Bloody sweat upon His brow,
To His Father praying;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

On Him all our sins were laid,
Thro’ Him came salvation;
He for us a ransom paid,
Priceless, pure oblation.
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.

Man of sorrows! Born to grief!
For our sins atoning;
By whose stripes we find relief,
Our lost state bemoaning;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.