Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted

1. Strick- en, smitt- en, and a- fflic- ted, See Him dy- ing on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man re- ject- ed; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 'Tis the long ex- pec- ted pro- phet, Da- vid's Son, yet Da- vid's Lord; Proofs I see su- ffic- ient of it: 'Tis a true and faith- ful Word.

2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groan- ing, Was there e- ver grief like His? Friends through fear His cause dis- own- ing, Foes in- sul- ting his dis- tress: Man- y hands were raised to wound Him, None would in- ter- pose to save; But the deep- est stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Jus- tice gave.

3. Ye who think of sin but light- ly, Nor sup- pose the ev- il great, Here may view its na- ture right- ly, Here its guilt may est- i- mate. Mark the Sac- ri- fice ap- point- ed! See Who bears the aw- ful load! 'Tis the Word, the Lord's A- noint- ed, Son of Man, and Son of God.

4. Here we have a firm foun- da- tion, Here the re- fuge of the lost. Christ the Rock of our sal- va- tion, Christ the Name of which we boast. Lamb of God for sin- ners wound- ed! Sac- ri- fice to can- cel guilt! None shall ev- er be con- found- ed Who on Him their hope have built.