How few receive with cordial faith
The tidings which we bring!
How few have seen the arm revealed
Of Heaven's anointed King!
Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a man of woe!
Grief was His close companion still,
Through all His life below.
We held Him as condemned by Heaven,
An outcast from His God,
While for our sins He groaned, He bled
Beneath the accursed load.
Yet, saith the Lord, my pleasure still,
Shall prosper in His Hand;
His shall a numerous offspring be,
And still His honour stand.