Who is this, so weak and helpless

Who is this, so weak and helpless,
child of lowly Hebrew maid,
humbly in a stable sheltered,
codly in a manger laid?
'Tis the Lord of all creation,
who this wondrous path has trod;
He is God from everlasting,
and to everlasting God.

Who is this, a Man of Sorrows,
walking sadly life's hard way,
homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
over sin and Satan's sway?
'Tis our God, our glorious Saviour,
rules above the starry sky;
now for us a place preparing,
where no fear can dim the eye.

Who is this? behold Him shedding
drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected,
mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
'Tis our God, who gifts and graces
on His church is pouring down;
who shall smite in righteous judgement
all His foes beneath His throne.

Who is this that hangs there dying,
while the cruel world scoffs and scorns;
numbered with the malefactors,
torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
'Tis our God who lives for ever
'mid the shining ones on high,
in the glorious golden city
reigning everlastingly.

William Walsham How