THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

The saviour comes! No outward pomp

by AND LEONARD, 109.

The saviour comes! No outward pomp
"He was a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering" Isa. 53:3
The saviour comes! No outward pomp
Bespeaks his presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in him.
To draw the carnal eye.
Rejected and despis'd of men,
Behold a man of woe!
Grief was his close companion still.
Through all his life below.
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.
His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls.
From sin's polluted stain;
His stripes have heal'd us, and his death
Reviv'd our souls again.
We held him condemn'd by Heav'n,
An outcast from his god,
While for our sins he groan'd, he bled,
Beneath his father's rod.
He dy'd to bear the quilt of men,
That sin might be forgiv'n:
He lives to bless them and defend,
And plead their cause in heav'n.
PARAPHRASED BY ST. MARY, IlI