Man of Sorrows
Man of sorrows
Smitten by God
Pierced
Crushed
He who bore our iniquities
He who carried our grief
He who lifted
The burden of shame
The yoke of guilt
And placed it upon His shoulders
Man of sorrows
Without honor
Lost
Alone
He who had no home
He who had no bed
He who had no place
To lay His sweet head
But upon hay
And upon stone
Man of sorrows
Grown of dry ground
Despised
Rejected
He who was unlovely
He who was undesired
He who was hidden
From the eyes of those
Who passed Him by
And scoffed as He walked on
Man of sorrows
Silent unto death
Oppressed
Afflicted
He who was led away
He who was cut off
He who was taken out
Of the earth upon which
He had walked
And had lovingly created
Man of sorrows
My strength and joy
He whose death was my satisfaction
He whose life was my ransom
He whose blood was poured out
Upon the Mercy Seat
To blot out my transgressions
And welcome me home
Man of sorrows
Hold me tight
You whose hand wipes my tears
You whose voice quiets my fears
You whose tender love
Leads me into Your arms
When troubles roll
And whispers Your peace to dispel my sorrow