1. Who is this, so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew mind, 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. 2. 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 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? “Tis our God, who gifts and graces Poureth on His Church below, Now, in royal might victorious, Triumphing o’er every foe. 4. Who is this that hangeth dying While the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors, Pierced 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.