Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dy—ing on the tree!
it's the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, it's He, it's He!
It's the long expected prophet, David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son, God now has spoken: He's the true and faithful Word.
pierced and crushed for our peace
by his wounds we're healed
the Father gave, His son to save
the Spirit he has sealed
You 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
Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built.
Here we have a firm foundation, Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ’s the Rock of our salvation, His the Name of which we boast