Scripture Verse

Who hath believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? Isaiah 53:1

Introduction

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Thomas Haweis
(1734–1820)

Words: Scott­ish Trans­la­tions and Pa­ra­phras­es, 1745–51.

Music: Rich­mond (Ha­weis) Tho­mas Ha­weis, Car­mi­na Chris­to, 1792 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

How few re­ceive with cor­di­al faith
The tid­ings which we bring?
How few have seen the arm re­vealed
Of Heav’n’s eter­nal King?

The Sav­ior comes! no out­ward pomp
Bespeaks His pre­sence nigh;
No earth­ly beau­ty shines in Him
To draw the car­nal eye.

Fair as a beau­te­ous ten­der flow­er
Amidst the de­sert grows,
So slight­ed by a re­bel race
The heav’n­ly Sav­ior rose.

Rejected and de­spised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!
Grief was His close com­pan­ion still
Through all His life be­low.

Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
Ours were the woes He bore:
Pangs, not His own, His spot­less soul
With bit­ter ang­uish tore.

We held Him as con­demned by Heav’n,
An out­cast from His God,
While for our sins He groaned, He bled,
Beneath His Fa­ther’s rod.

His sacr­ed blood hath washed our souls
From sin’s pol­lut­ed stain;
His stripes have healed us, and His death
Revived our souls again.

We all, like sheep, had gone as­tray
In ru­in’s fa­tal road:
On Him were our trans­gress­ions laid;
He bore the migh­ty load.

Wronged and op­pressed how meek­ly He
In pa­tient si­lence stood!
Mute, as the peace­ful harm­less lamb,
When brought to shed its blood.

Who can His ge­ne­ra­tion tell?
From pri­son see Him led!
With im­pious show of law con­demned,
And num­bered with the dead.

’Midst sin­ners low in dust He lay;
The rich a grave sup­plied:
Unspotted was His blame­less life;
Unstained by sin He died.

Yet God shall raise His head on high,
Though thus He brought Him low;
His sac­red of­fer­ing, when com­plete,
Shall ter­mi­nate His woe.

For, saith the Lord, My plea­sure then
Shall pros­per in His hand;
His shall a nu­mer­ous of­fspring be,
And still His hon­ors stand.

His soul, re­joic­ing, shall be­hold
The pur­chase of His pain;
And all the guil­ty whom He saved
Shall bless Mes­si­ah’s reign.

He with the great shall share the spoil,
And baf­fle all His foes;
Though ranked with sin­ners, here He fell,
A con­quer­or He rose.

He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be for­giv’n:
He lives to bless them and de­fend,
And plead their cause in Heav’n.