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He grew up right among us |
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No regal form, no majesty |
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Despised and rejected |
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A man whom we did not esteem |
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A man of many sorrows |
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A man acquainted with grief |
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When He came to His own |
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His very own did not receive |
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Not a sound did He utter |
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Not a cry in His defense |
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Though innocent and blameless |
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For He knew why He was sent |
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He embraced the worst of suffering |
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He endured the cross, the nails, the pain |
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That us lost and lowly sinners |
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Would know His love and know His grace |
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Look upon the face of mercy |
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His wounds that bring us peace |
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For God has laid upon His Son |
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The world?s iniquity |
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Who will believe this message? |
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Who?s been given eyes to see? |
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This man of lowly birth |
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Is Christ your Lord and King |
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Behold His glory, the One and the Only |
