“Jehovah lifted up His rod―
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke on me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died with Thee;
Thou’rt risen: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv’st in me.
The Father’s face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.”