The One, The Only - Jeremy Riddle

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