Текст Jeremy Riddle – 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