1. The Lord most surely bore
The sorrow of our sinning;
He chose to take our guilt
In love, from the beginning.
From all that flesh and soul
Must otherwise receive,
His dying made us whole –
This firmly I believe!
2. Yet we did Him esteem
As one, by God rejected;
Not knowing that our sin
This Servant had afflicted;
But now we know that He
Bore all our sinful guilt,
For us was wounded sore,
For us His blood was spilt.
3. He bore for our true peace,
The grief that we did merit,
That through His saving wounds
We heaven might inherit.
We wandered far astray
Without a shepherd’s care,
Until He took our sin
And freed us from despair.
4. He like a patient Lamb
To slaughter there was driven,
And silently He bore
The pain and suffering given.
He there without complaint
Bore scourge and rod and cross;
He freed us with His blood
From sin, disease, and loss.
5. Thy strife, our victory;
Thy death, our life forever;
Thy fetters and Thy bonds
Our liberty, Lord ,ever;
Thy cross, our comforter;
Thy saving wounds our health;
Thy blood, the ransom gold,
The humble sinner’s wealth.
6. Lord, help that we may dare
To battle and to suffer,
And underneath our cross
No weak complaints may offer!
The crown of thorns was Thine!
O grant us patience due
And willingness to bear
The shame and scoffing, too!
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