"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted," (208)

"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ, by man rejected!
Yes, my soul, ’tis He! ’tis He!
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
‘Tis the Word, ’tis God’s Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost,
Christ, 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 Thee their hope have built!