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?

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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!

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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?

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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?

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