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Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted, |
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See him dying on the tree |
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Tis' the Christ by man rejected, |
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yes my soul tis heat is He |
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Tis the long Expected prophet |
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David's Son yet David's Lord |
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By His Son God has now spoken |
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Tis the true and faithful Word |
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Tell me he who hear him groan, |
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Was there ever grief like his |
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Friends through fear, his caused disowning |
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Foes insulting his distress |
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Many hands were raised to wound Him |
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None would enter posed to save |
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But the deepest stroke that pierced Him |
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Was the stroke that justice gave |
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He who think of sin but lightly |
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Nor suppose the evil grate |
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Here may view its nature rightly |
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Here its guilt may estimate |
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Mark the Sacrifice Appointed |
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See who bears the awful load |
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Tis the work the Lord's Annointed |
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Son of Man and Son of God |
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Here we have a firm foundation |
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Here the refuge of the lost |
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Christ the Rock of our Salvation |
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Is the name on which we boast |
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Lamb of God for sinners wounded |
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Sacrificed to cancel guilt |
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None shall ever be confounded |
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Who on him there hope have built |