Will all His majesty display.
A Man of Sorrows once He was,
No friend was found to plead His cause,
As all preferred the world's applause.
He groaned beneath sin's awful load,
For in the sinner's place He stood,
And died to bring him back to God.
But now He waits, with glory crowned.
While angel hosts His throne surround,
And still His lofty praises sound.