He grew up before Him like a tender shoot
And like a root out of dry ground
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to Him
Nothing in His appearance that we should desire
He was despised and rejected by mankind
A Man of Suffering and familiar with pain
Like one whom people hide their faces from
He was despised, we held Him in low esteem

In low esteem!
In low esteem!
In low esteem!
In low esteem!

Man of Sorrows!
Give us the victory!
Over sin!
Give us the victory!
Man of Sorrows!
Give us your victory!
Over sin!
Give us your victory!

Foxes have holes and the birds have their nests
But the Son of Man had no place to rest
He lived among the poor and sinners were His friends
The Pharisees questioned why He ate with them
He was poor and mixed with Gentiles and Jews
He wasn't adorn with a golden crown
A carpenter's stepson living in Galilee
In His hometown, a Prophet not honored was He

Not honored was He!
Not honored was He!
Not honored was He!
Not honored was He!

Man of Sorrows!
Give us the victory!
Over sin!
Give us the victory!
Man of Sorrows!
Give us your victory!
Over sin!
Give us your victory!
Son of Man!
Give us the victory!
Over sin!
Give us the victory!
Jesus Christ!
Give us your victory!
Over sin!
Give us your victory!