Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted - Fernando Ortega

Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted,

See him dying on the tree

Tis' the Christ by man rejected,

yes my soul tis heat is He

Tis the long Expected prophet

David’s Son yet David’s Lord

By His Son God has now spoken

Tis the true and faithful Word

Tell me he who hear him groan,

Was there ever grief like his

Friends through fear, his caused disowning

Foes insulting his distress

Many hands were raised to wound Him

None would enter posed to save

But the deepest stroke that pierced Him

Was the stroke that justice gave

He who think of sin but lightly

Nor suppose the evil grate

Here may view its nature rightly

Here its guilt may estimate

Mark the Sacrifice Appointed

See who bears the awful load

Tis the work the Lord’s Annointed

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

Is the name on which we boast

Lamb of God for sinners wounded

Sacrificed to cancel guilt

None shall ever be confounded

Who on him there hope have built