1 Who hath our report believed?
Shiloh come is not received,
Not received by his own,
Promised branch from root of Jesse;
David's offspring sent to bless ye,
Comes too meekly, too meekly to be known.

2 Tell me O thou favour'd nation,
What is thy fond expectation!
Some fair spreading lofty tree?
Let not worldly pride confound thee;
'Mong the lowly plants around thee;
Mark the lowest that is he.

3 Lo Messiah unrespected,
Man of griefs despis'd, rejected;
Wounds his form disfiguring;
Marr'd his visage more than any,
For he bears the sins of many,
All our sorrows carrying.

4 No deceit his mouth had spoken,
Blameless he no laws had broken,
Yet was number'd with the worst;
For because the Lord would grieve him,
We who saw it did believe him,
For his own offences curst.

5 But while him our thoughts accused
He for us alone was bruised,
Stricken smitten for our guilt,
With his stripes our wounds are cured,
By his pains our peace assured,
Purchas'd with the blood he spilt.

6 Blessed be the pow'r who gave us,
Freely gave his son to save us,
Bless'd the son who freely came,
Honour, blessing, adoration,
Ever, from the whole creation,
Be to God and to the Lamb.