Lyrics

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 has now spoken
'Tis the true and faithful Word
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
He 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
'Tis the long expected prophet
David's Son, yet David's Lord
By His Son, God has now spoken
'Tis the true and faithful Word
Written by: Owen Walker Iv Reagan
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