A weary Stranger walked this earth,
Unnoticed and unknown;
Some said He was of royal birth—
King David’s promised Son.
He healed their sick, and raised their dead,
He cleansed the leper vile;
He fed the hungry poor with bread,
He made the weeping smile.
And yet they knew not who He was,
And little cared they too;
This Stranger was the Son of God,
Known only to a few.
A few by faith had pierced the veil—
The manhood that He bore;
They saw His glory was divine,
Though He, despised and poor.
And yet they little understood
His purpose—why He came;
They thought His glory should be seen,
And He, as King, should reign.
‘Twas love that laid the glory by,
Took weakness in that hour;
He meant to put our sins away
By dying, not by power.
And so, content to be alone,
Alone, He onward trod;
And ever did His Father’s will—
The Well-Beloved of God.
Then came the cross—that dreadful cross—
Weep as You see Him there;
That gracious, holy, spotless Lamb,
God’s wrath on sin did bear.
He had no sin—it was our sins
He bore upon the tree;
He loved you well enough to die,
And dying set you free.
Now having met God’s holy claims,
He raised Him from the grave;
Exalted Him in heaven on high,
The mighty One to save.
And you would like to dwell with Him
In His bright home above;
O, such a home—the Father’s house—
Most blest abode of love.
Yes, all is yours by simple faith
That owns the record true;
Dying, He died to save the lost,
It was His love for you.
ML 05/17/1925