"He was despised and forsaken of men,
A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
And like one from whom men hide their face,
He was despised and we did not esteem Him
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
And our sorrows He carried;
Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten of God, and afflicted.
But He was pierced through for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him.
And by His scourging we are healed.
All of us like sheep have gone astray,
Each of us has turned to His own way;
But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all
To fall upon Him.
He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He did not open His mouth;
Like a lamb that is led to slaughter,
And like a sheep that is silent before its shearers,
So He did not open His mouth."
This evening, the only one I could turn to was this Suffering Servant, so I sang to Him
"What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear,
what a privilage to carry,
everything to GOD in prayer."
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