“Man of Sorrows,” what a name
for the Son of God who came
ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
in my place condemned He stood;
sealed my pardon with His blood;
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
spotless Lamb of God was He;
full atonement, can it be?
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die,
“It is finished,” was His cry;
now in heav’n exalted high;
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
all His ransomed home to bring,
then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

—Philip P. Bliss (1875)