Verso 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

Verso 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

Verso 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

Verso 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