Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted

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

By His Son God now has spoken

‘Tis the true and faithful Word

VERSE 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

VERSE 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

VERSE 4

Here we have a firm foundation

Here the refuge of the lost

Christ, 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