The One, The Only

He grew up right among us No regal form, no majesty Despised and rejected A man whom we did not esteem A man of many sorrows A man acquainted with grief When He came to His own His very own did not receive Not a sound did He utter Not a cry in His defense Though innocent and blameless For He knew why He was sent He embraced the worst of suffering He endured the cross, the nails, the pain That us lost and lowly sinners Would know His love and know His grace Look upon the face of mercy His wounds that bring us peace For God has laid upon His Son The world?s iniquity Who will believe this message? Who?s been given eyes to see? This man of lowly birth Is Christ your Lord and King Behold His glory, the One and the Only