Who is this, so weak and helpless,
Child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered,
Coldly in a manger laid?
‘Tis the Lord of all creation,
Who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting,
And to everlasting God.

Who is this, a Man of Sorrows,
Walking sadly life’s hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan’s sway?
‘Tis our God, our glorious Savior,
Who above the starry sky
Is for us a place preparing,
Where no tear can dim the eye.

Who is this? Behold him shedding
Drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected,
Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
‘Tis our God, Who gifts and graces
On His church is pouring down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance
All His foes beneath His throne.

Who is this that hangs there dying
While the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors,
Torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
‘Tis our God Who lives forever
Mid the shining ones on high,
In the glorious golden city,
Reigning everlastingly.

For behold, the Lord is about to come out from His place
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity;
And the earth will reveal her bloodshed
And will no longer cover her slain. Isaiah 26:21


Sinner, you’re not a poor wayfaring stranger,
trav’ling through this world you know;
There is only sickness, toil, and danger,
In that dark world to which you go.
You’re going there to your father,
You’re going there to forever roam;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

Tho’ dark clouds gather o’er you,
Tho’ the pathway’s rough and steep;
The lake of fire lie out before you,
Where weary eyes shall endless weep.
You’re going there to your father,
He said he’d meet you when you come;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You happily sing destructions story,
In concert with the blood-thirsty band;
You aim to wear a crown of glory,
When you get home to that land.
You’re going there to see your brothers,
They sank down one by one;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You’ll soon be bound to every trial,
Your form will rest beneath the sod;
You’ll be fixed to a cross of misery,
And enter home with your god.
You’re going there to see your master,
Who is panting for your blood;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis he, ’tis he.
‘Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By his Son God now has spoken:
‘Tis the true and faithful Word.

Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress;
Many hands were raised to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ’s the Rock of our salvation,
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.

Thomas Kelly, 1804