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; Proofs I see sufficient of it: ’Tis the true and faithful Word. 2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through 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. 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. 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. Thomas Kelly, 1804. 210 8, 7, 8 l Jesus, Refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit’s love, Fountain in life’s desert dreary, Savior from the world above; O how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner’s fall! Yet, upon the cross extended, Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2. Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-encircled brow? Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace, and rest; Only what Thy grace hath taught us Calms the sinner’s stormy breast. 3. Jesus, may our hearts be burning With more fervent love for Thee; May our eyes be ever turning To Thy cross of agony; Till in glory, parted never From the blessed Savior’s side, Graven in our hearts forever Dwell the cross, the Crucified! Jerome Savonarola, † 1498. 211 C. M. Behold the Savior of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! 2. Hark how He groans while nature shakes And earth’s strong pillars bend! The Temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3. ’Tis done; the precious ransom’s paid; “Receive my soul!” He cries: See where He bows His sacred head! He bows His head and dies.