1. Lord, who hath our report believed?
Who thy Messiah hath received?
2. Sprung, like a shrub, from barren ground;
In him no form, or beauty's found.
3. Despised, disowned, to sorrows born;
From him we turned our race in scorn.
4. Truly, our pains, and griefs, he bore;
When God, we thought, had smit him sore.
5. But for our sins he wounds endured,
Our trespasses his griefs procured;
His chastisement our peace has bought,
His grievous stripes our healing wrought.
6. Like sheep, we all have gone astray,
We turned, each one, to his own way;
And God, upon his guiltless head,
Hath all our crimes, in mercy, laid.
Silent he bore the heavy load,
Nor once complained of his God;
No lamb, when to the slaughter come,
Nor sheep, at shearing, are so dumb.
8. Snatched from distress, from judgment freed,
Who shall declare his rise, or seed;
Yet was his life cut off betimes,
He suffered for my people's crimes.
9. With sinners, to the grave, consigned,
And with the rich, in death, he's joined;
Because no violence he had done,
Nor in his mouth deceit was known.
10. Him God it pleased to bruise and grieve;
When's soul a sin-offering he'll give;
He'll see his seed, prolong his days,
And prosper in God's works of grace.
11. With joyful satisfaction, he
The travel of his soul shall see;
And by his knowledge justify
Many, for whom he'll bleed, and die,
12. I'll therefore with the strong, and great,
Him high, in lasting honor, set;
Because he shed his precious blood,
And intercedes for sinner's good.
A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752