Born in Bethlehem's tiny, crowded town Raised in Nazareth, a King without a crown He sat with sinners, the lowly and the lame Some didn't understand but He was not ashamed Isn't that why He came? A poor, lost world to save To carry all our shame And heal the hurt away Bring hope to the hopeless Shield them from the blame Oh, isn't that why he came? Dressed in tattered clothes, homeless and abused Only Heaven knows the things that he's been through It would've been easier to turn and walk away But Calvary compels our hearts to stay Isn't that why He came? A poor, lost world to save To carry all our shame And heal the hurt away Bring hope to the hopeless Shield them from the blame Oh, isn't that why he came? For the rich man in a mansion For the beggar on the street For the one who needs compassion For the strong and for the weak Isn't that why He came? A poor, lost world to save To carry all our shame And heal the hurt away Bring hope to the hopeless Shield them from the blame Oh, isn't that why he came? Oh, isn't that why he came?