A visage, marred more than any man
An uncomely form, the Father’s plan
Rejected, deserted and despised
For the price of peace was He chastised.
Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
For sinner man, of whom I am chief.
Suffering servant! in worship we bow
Praise and honor, forever and now.
He hid not his face from spit and shame
He held not his back from being maimed
He flinched not before contempt and scorn
Travailing until the Church was born.
Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
For sinner man, of whom I am chief.
Suffering servant! in worship we bow
Praise and honor, forever and now.
Wounded and stricken by God, for man
Son of God, all eternity span
In offering for sin, poured out His soul
Unto death, to make sinner man whole.
Man of Sorrows, acquainted with grief
For sinner man, of whom I am chief.
Suffering servant! in worship we bow
Praise and honor, for ever and now.
Exalted, extolled, He reigns on high
As Man of sorrows, He draws us nigh
Suffering servant, in worship we bow
Praise and honor, for ever and now.
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Isaiah 53