(Isa. 53:5)
"Wounded for my transgressions"!
Slowly the words I read:
Swiftly the tears will gather,
Truly the heart should bleed;
Wonderful condescension!
Matchless infinite grace!
Jesus, the Sinless,— Holy,—
Taking the sinner's place.
Wonderful, wonderful story!
Wonderful depth of love!
Laying aside His glory,
Leaving the courts above;
Jesus, the Man of sorrows,
Homeless and friendless, He;
Wounded so cruelly wounded,—
Bruised— and broken— for me.
Fiercely the storm sweeps round Him!
Darkly the shadows fall;
Wrath, and anger, and judgment,—
Jesus— bearing it all;
Draining the cup of anguish,
Dying on Calv'ry's tree:
Wonderful plan of redemption:—
Jesus —dying— for me!
"LET THE WICKED FORSAKE HIS WAY, AND THE UNRIGHTEOUS MAN HIS THOUGHTS; AND LET HIM RETURN UNTO THE LORD.”
Isa. 55:7