Scripture Verse

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5

Introduction

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Henry K. Oliver
(1800–1885)

Words: James M. Gray, in The Voice of Thanks­giv­ing, ed­it­ed by Dan­i­el B. Tow­ner (Flem­ing H. Re­vell, 1913), num­ber 17.

Music: Fed­er­al Street Hen­ry K. Ol­iv­er, 1832 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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James M. Gray
(1851–1935)

Lyrics

My sins laid open to the rod,
The back which from the law was free;
And the eternal Son of God
Received the stripes once due to me.

No beam was in His eye, nor mote,
Nor laid to Him was any blame;
And yet His cheeks for me were smote—
The cheeks that never blushed for shame.

I pierced those sacred hands and feet
That never touched or walked in sin;
I broke the heart that only beat
The souls of sinful men to win.

That sponge of vinegar and gall
Was placed by me upon His tongue;
And when derision mocked His call,
I stood that mocking crowd among.

And yet His blood was shed for me,
To be of sin the double cure;
And balm there flows from Calvary’s tree
That heals my guilt and makes me pure.