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 raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted" |
Meter: | 8s & 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christian Activity; Atonement; Christ: Sufferings and Death(7 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Kelly |