Though He hath borne our sorrows and our griefs
In sympathy,
and empathy, and grace,
Rejected by
the people and their chiefs,
Despised by
those who struck Him on the face,
Taking His
place beside the poor and weak,
Feeling the
sadnesses of the bereaved,
Sharing the
toil of those He came to seek,
Knowing the
desolations of the grieved,
We thought
Jehovah rightly punished Him,
That He was
some transgressor of God’s law
On whom
God’s righteous retribution broke;
We saw the
pierced side, and each nail-pierced limb,
And though
munificence of grace we saw
It was indeed
for us He bore God’s stroke.
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