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<h2>WHO IS THIS SO WEAK AND HELPLESS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows.” Isaiah 13:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_o_how_ww.jpg" alt="William Walsham How (1823-1897)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="112.666666666667" height="180.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_o_how_ww.html" target="_blank">William Walsham How</a>, in the 1867 <em>Supplement</em> to Morrell and How’s <em>Psalms and Hymns</em>.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Eifionydd,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_l_lloyd_ja.html" target="_blank">John Ambrose Lloyd, Sr.</a> (1815-1874) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_eifionyd.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Who is this so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid,<br>
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Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid?<br>
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’Tis the Lord of all creation, Who this wondrous path hath trod;<br>
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He is God from everlasting, and to everlasting God.</p>
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<p>Who is this, a Man of sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way,<br>
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Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping, over sin and Satan’s sway?<br>
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’Tis our God, our glorious Savior, Who above the starry sky<br>
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Now for us a place prepareth, where no tear can dim the eye.</p>
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<p>Who is this? Behold Him shedding drops of blood upon the ground!<br>
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Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?<br>
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’Tis our God, Who gifts and graces on His church now poureth down;<br>
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Who shall smite in righteous judgment all His foes beneath His throne.</p>
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<p>Who is this that hangeth dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns,<br>
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Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?<br>
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’Tis the God Who ever liveth, ’mid the shining ones on high,<br>
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In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.</p>
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