1 Man of sorrows! What a name
for the Son of God who came
ruined sinners to reclaim!
Alleluia! what a Saviour!
2 Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
in my place condemned he stood;
sealed my pardon with his blood:
Alleluia! what a Saviour!
3 Guilty, vile and helpless we;
spotless Lamb of God was he:
full atonement - can it be?
Alleluia! what a Saviour!
4 Lifted up was he to die:
“It is finished!” was his cry;
now in heav.'n exalted high:
Alleluia! what a Saviour!
5 When he comes, our glorious King,
all his ransomed home to bring,
then anew this song we’ll sing:
Alleluia! what a Saviour!