Who Is This, So Weak and Helpless?

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 hath trod;

He is God 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

Now for us a place pre­par­eth

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 now pour­eth down;

Who shall smite in right­eous judg­ment

All His foes be­neath His throne.

Who is this that hang­eth dy­ing

While the rude world scoffs and scorns

Numbered with the ma­le­fac­tors

Torn with nails

and crowned with thorns?

’Tis the God who ev­er liv­eth

’Mid the shin­ing ones on high

In the glo­ri­ous gold­en ci­ty

Reigning ev­er­last­ing­ly.