“And He shall bear their iniquities” -Isa. 53:11
1 Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping,
With our names upon Thy breast;
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with horrors prest:
Wond’ring angels stood confounded,
To behold their Maker thus;
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know ’twas all for us?
2 Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus,
Can our wayward souls convert;
Nothing else from guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the heart,
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But the sense of blood-bought pardon
Can dissolve a heart of stone.
3 Jesus, all our consolations
Flow from Thee, the sovereign good;
Love, and faith, and hope, and patience,
All are purchas’d by Thy blood:
From Thy fullness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own;
Freely Thou delight’s to give them
To the needy who have none.