Bruised for our Iniquities

Verse 1

With bruises Christ was drest, And nail'd p to a tree; The pruning hook his soul opprest That he might fruitful be.

Verse 2

He was not purg'd in vain, But did his strength recruit; And when was finish'd all his pain, There then appear'd his fruit.

Verse 3

Distill'd from all his smart The holy unction ran; This is the wine that cheers the heart, The heart of God and man.

Verse 4

With us he doth abound, As branches, he the stem; From him our fruitfulness is found, And shall remain in him.

Verse 5

Hence shall our joys arise, And ev'ry hour improve, Whilst, in his smoaking sacrifice, God hears our songs above.