1 The Jews beheld with pride and scorn
The Savior in His day;
They mocked His birth, and state forlorn,
His meek and humble way.

2 Is this, the foolish people said,
“A prince to rule our land?
We see no crown upon his head,
No scepter in his hand.

3 “Where is the long and splendid track
Of triumphs all his own;
The arm to give to Judah back
Her long lost, vacant throne?

4 “When He, the Lord in whom we trust,
Shall come to bless our race,
His enemies shall lick the dust,
All nations seek His face.

5 And He, with pow’r by Heav’n assigned,
The hearts of men shall draw
To Moses’ rules, till all mankind
Shall own no other law.

6 Alas! the veil was on their eyes,
That hid the coming scene,
And led them blindly to despise
The lowly Nazarene.

7 A conqueror He o’er death and hell,
Their armies to control,
The proud rebellious thoughts to quell,
And win the faithful soul.

8 A king, to whose divine command
All pow’r and might are giv’n,
To rule on earth in every land,
And reign supreme in Heav’n.

9 A teacher of the will divine,
Almighty to impart
His righteous law; and, line on line,
To write it on the heart.

10 He is our fortress and our rock,
Our shepherd, called of old;
For there shall be one happy flock,
One Shepherd of the fold.