1 "Stricken, smitten and afflicted,"
See him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis he! 'tis he!
'Tis the long expected prophet,
David's son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful word.
2 Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were rais'd to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that pierced him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the WORD, the Lord's ANOINTED,
Son of man and Son of God.
4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost:
Christ's the rock of our salvation:
His the name of which we boast:
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.
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