Church Book ‎#169

169. The Saviour comes! no outward pomp

1 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
Bespeaks His presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in Him
To draw the carnal eye.

2 Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!
And grief His close companion still
Through all His life below!

3 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.

4 We held Him as condemned of heaven,
An outcast from His God;
While for our sins He groaned, He bled,
Beneath His Father's rod.

5 His sacred Blood hath washed our souls
From sin's polluting stain;
His stripes have healed us, and His Death
Revived our souls again.

6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
In ruin’s fatal road:
On Him were our transgressions laid;
He bore the mighty load.

7 He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be forgiven:
He lives to bless them and defend,
And plead their cause in heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
• Author: William Robertson, d. 1743 (a.)
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 53
• Topic: Passion Week; Lent, Sixth Sunday
• Notes: Alternate tune: #395

Tune Information

• Name: CHESHIRE
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: e minor
• Notes: Source from index: Ravenscroft's Psalter, 1621