WHO

WHO is this, so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered,

Coldly in a manger laid?

f "Tis the Lord of all creation,
Who this wondrous path hath trod;
He is God from everlasting,
And to everlasting, God.

2 Who is this, a Man of sorrows
Walking sadly life's hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan's sway?
f 'Tis our God, our glorious Saviour,
Who above the starry sky
Now for us a place prepareth,

Where no tear can dim the eye.

3 Who is this-behold Him shedding Drops of blood upon the ground? Who is this despised, rejected,

Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
f 'Tis our God, Who gifts and graces
On His Church now poureth down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance
All His foes beneath His throne.

4 Who is this that hangeth dying,
While the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors,

Torn with nails and crowned with thorns? f 'Tis the God Who ever liveth

'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning everlastingly. Amen.

W. W. HOW.

WHO is this, so weak and helpless,

Child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered,
Coldly in a manger laid?

f 'Tis the Lord of all creation,
Who this wondrous path hath trod;
He is God from everlasting,
And to everlasting, God.

2 Who is this, a Man of sorrows
Walking sadly life's hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan's sway?
f 'Tis our God, our glorious Saviour,
Who above the starry sky
Now for us a place prepareth,
Where no tear can dim the eye.

3 Who is this-behold Him shedding Drops of blood upon the ground? Who is this despised, rejected,

Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? f 'Tis our God, Who gifts and graces On His Church now poureth down; Who shall smite in holy vengeance

All His foes beneath His throne.

4 Who is this that hangeth dying,

While the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors,

Torn with nails and crowned with thorns? f 'Tis the God Who ever liveth

'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning everlastingly. Amen.

W. W. HOW.

R. W. DIXON.

Amen.

4 And death, that sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
cr Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.]

mf 50 wondrous Lord, our souls would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee,
Would lose the pride, the taint of sin,
That burns these fevered veins within;
mp 6 And learn of Thee, the lowly One,
And like Thee, all our journey run,
Above the world, and all its mirth,
Yet weeping still with weeping earth.