Redeemer, spurn me not
Isaiah 53:4-12 NRSV
Surely, he has borne our infirmities and carried our diseases; yet we accounted him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the punishment that made us whole, and by his bruises we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have all turned to our own way, and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth. By a perversion of justice, he was taken away. Who could have imagined his future? For he was cut off from the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people. They made his grave with the wicked and his tomb with the rich, although he had done no violence, and there was no deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him with pain. When you make his life an offering for sin, he shall see his offspring and shall prolong his days. Through him the will of the Lord shall prosper. Out of his anguish he shall see light; he shall find satisfaction through his knowledge. The righteous one, my servant, shall make many righteous, and he shall bear their iniquities. Therefore, I will allot him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he poured out himself to death and was numbered with the transgressors; yet he bore the sin of many and made intercession for the transgressors.
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Paul Gerhardt
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown.
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn.
My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, for it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest Friend, for this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
O Mighty Cross
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