Man of Sorrows! what a name

For the Son of God, who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim.

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,

In my place condemned He stood;

Sealed my pardon with His blood.

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;

Spotless Lamb of God was He;

“Full atonement!” can it be?

Lifted up was He to die;

“It is finished!” was His cry;

Now in Heav’n exalted high.

When He comes, our glorious King,

All His ransomed home to bring,

Then anew His song we’ll sing: