Instance Results

The Savior comes, no outward pomp

Author: William Robertson Hymnal: The Christian Psalter #d544 (1841)

The Savior comes, no outward pomp

Author: William Robertson, d. 1743 Hymnal: Hymns for the use of the Evangelical Lutheran Church, by the Authority of the Ministerium of Pennsylvania #168 (1865) Languages: English

The Saviour comes! no outward pomp

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #93 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him To draw the carnal eye. 2 Rejected and despised of men, Behold a Man of woe! And grief His close companion still Through all His life below! 3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore; Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul With bitter anguish tore. 4 We held Him as condemned of heaven, An outcast from His God; While for our sins He groaned, He bled, Beneath His Father's rod. 5 His sacred blood hath washed our souls From sin's polluting stain; His stripes have healed us, and His death Revived our souls again. 6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray In ruin’s fatal road; On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load. 7 He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven; He lives to bless them and defend, And plead their cause in heaven. Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion; TheChurch Year Palm Sunday; Christ Humiliation of; Christ Man of Woe Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

The Saviour comes! no outward pomp

Author: William Robertson, d. 1743 Hymnal: Church Book #169 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him To draw the carnal eye. 2 Rejected and despised of men, Behold a Man of woe! And grief His close companion still Through all His life below! 3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore: Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul, With bitter anguish tore. 4 We held Him as condemned of heaven, An outcast from His God; While for our sins He groaned, He bled, Beneath His Father's rod. 5 His sacred Blood hath washed our souls From sin's polluting stain; His stripes have healed us, and His Death Revived our souls again. 6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray, In ruin’s fatal road: On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load. 7 He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven: He lives to bless them and defend, And plead their cause in heaven. Topics: Passion Week; Lent, Sixth Sunday; Passion Week Scripture: Isaiah 53 Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE