EN 2077 The Savior Comes, No Outward Pomp
Song.5.10
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The Saviour comes, no outward pomp,
Bespeaks His presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in Him,
To draw the carnal eye.
All beauty may we ever see,
In God’s beloved Son,
The chiefest of ten thousand He,
The only lovely One!
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Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a man of woe!
Grief was His close companion here,
Through all His life below.
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Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
Ours were the woes He bore;
Pangs not His own, His spotless soul,
With bitter anguish tore.
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We all like sheep had gone astray,
In ruin’s fatal road;
On Him were our transgressions laid;
He bore the mighty load.

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