The depth of this old hymn by P.P. Bliss knows no limits.

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, helpless, lost were we; blameless Lamb of God was he,

sacrificed to set us free: Hallelujah, what a Savior!

He was lifted up to die; “It is finished” was his cry;

now in heaven 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!

My God, my God, how I marvel at thee.