Lord, who hath our report believed

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Lord, who hath our report believed? Who thy Messiah hath received?

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Sprung, like a shrub, from barren ground; In him no form, or beauty's found.

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Despised, disowned, to sorrows born; From him we turned our race in scorn.

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Truly, our pains, and griefs, he bore; When God, we thought, had smit him sore.

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But for our sins he wounds endured, Our trespasses his griefs procured; His chastisement our peace has bought, His grievous stripes our healing wrought.

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Like sheep, we all have gone astray, We turned, each one, to his own way; And God, upon his guiltless head, Hath all our crimes, in mercy, laid.

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Silent he bore the heavy load, Nor once complained of his God; No lamb, when to the slaughter come, Nor sheep, at shearing, are so dumb.

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Snatched from distress, from judgment freed, Who shall declare his rise, or seed; Yet was his life cut off betimes, He suffered for my people's crimes.

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With sinners, to the grave, consigned, And with the rich, in death, he's joined; Because no violence he had done, Nor in his mouth deceit was known.

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Him God it pleased to bruise and grieve; When's soul a sin-offering he'll give; He'll see his seed, prolong his days, And prosper in God's works of grace.

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With joyful satisfaction, he The travel of his soul shall see; And by his knowledge justify Many, for whom he'll bleed, and die,

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I'll therefore with the strong, and great, Him high, in lasting honor, set; Because he shed his precious blood, And intercedes for sinner's good.