"Stricken, Smitten, And Afflicted,"
1 "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree;
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He.
Mark the sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man and Son of God.
2 Here we have a firm foundation,
Here's 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 Thee their hope have built.