Stricken Smitten And Afflicted

Verse 1
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 thro' 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's 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