Text: | Bruised for our iniquities |
Author: | James Relly |
1 With bruises Christ was drest,
And nail'd p to a tree;
The pruning hook his soul opprest
That he might fruitful be.
2 He was not purg'd in vain,
But did his strength recruit;
And when was finish'd all his pain,
There then appear'd his fruit.
3 Distill'd from all his smart
The holy unction ran;
This is the wine that cheers the heart,
The heart of God and man.
4 With us he doth abound,
As branches, he the stem;
From him our fruitfulness is found,
And shall remain in him.
5 Hence shall our joys arise,
And ev'ry hour improve,
Whilst, in his smoaking sacrifice,
God hears our songs above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | With bruises Christ was drest |
Title: | Bruised for our iniquities |
Author: | James Relly |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |