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 root, in my place condemned He stood. Sealed my pardon with His blood. Hallelujah, what a Savior. Guilty, helpless, lost were we. Lameless 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 will sing, hallelujah, what a savior. Philip Bliss.