Isaiah 26:1

• [Isa 26:1] How Honorable Is The Place

  How honorable is the place Where we adoring stand! Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land! Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell; The walls, of strong salvation made, Defy the assaults of hell. Lift up the everlasting gates, The doors wide open fling; Enter, ye nations that obey The statutes of our King. Here shall you taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace, You that have known Jehovah’s Name. And ventured on His grace. Trust in the Lord, forever trust, And banish all your fears; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as His years. What though the rebels dwell on high, His arm shall bring them low; Low as the caverns of the grave Their lofty heads shall bow. On Babylon our feet shall tread In that rejoicing hour; The ruins of her walls shall spread A pavement for the poor.

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Isaiah 53:2-3

• [Isa 53:3] Ah, Holy Jesus

  Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended, That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended? By foes derided, by Thine own rejected, O most afflicted. Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee? Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee. ’Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee! I crucified Thee. Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered; The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered; For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth, God intercedeth. For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation, Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation; Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion, For my salvation. Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee, I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee, Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving, Not my deserving.

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• [Isa 53:3] Hail, Thou Once Despised Jesus

  Hail, Thou once despisèd Jesus! Hail, Thou Galilean King! Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, Thou universal Savior, who hast borne our sin and shame! By Thy merits we find favor; life is given through Thy Name. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, all our sins on Thee were laid; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. Every sin may be forgiven through the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gate of Heaven, reconciled are we with God. Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, there forever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, seated at Thy Father’s side. There for sinners Thou art pleading; there Thou dost our place prepare; Thou for saints art interceding till in glory they appear. Worship, honor, power and blessing Christ is worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, right it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits, bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing of Jesus’ merits, help to chant Emmanuel’s praise!

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• [Isa 53:3] Hallelujah! What A Savior

  Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless we; Spotless Lamb of God was He; “Full atonement!” can it be? Hallelujah! What a Savior! Lifted up was He to die; “It is finished!” was His cry; Now in Heav’n exalted high. Hallelujah! What a Savior! When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew His song we’ll sing: Hallelujah! What a Savior!

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• [Isa 53:3] It Is Finished! Man Of Sorrows

  “It is finished!” Man of Sorrows! From Thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus. While extended there, we view Thee: Mighty Suff’rer, draw us to Thee, Sufferer victorious! Not in vain for us uplifted: Man of Sorrows, wonder gifted May that sacred emblem be. Lifted high amid the ages: Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, May it guide us still to Thee. Still to Thee, whose love unbounded Sorrow’s depth’s for us has sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore. Honored be Thy cross forever: Star, that points our high endeavor, Whither Thou hast gone before!

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• [Isa 53:3] Lord Is Come!, The

  The Lord is come! On Syrian soil, The child of poverty and toil; The Man of Sorrows, born to know Each varying shade of human woe: His joy, His glory, to fulfill, In earth and Heav’n, His Father’s will; On lonely mount, by festive board, On bitter cross, despised, adored. The Lord is come! In Him we trace The fullness of God’s truth and grace; Throughout those words and acts divine Gleams of th’eternal splendor shine; And from His inmost Spirit flow, As from a height of sunlit snow, The rivers of perennial life, To heal and sweeten nature’s strife. The Lord is come! In every heart Where truth and mercy claim apart; In every land where right is might, And deeds of darkness shun the light; In every church where faith and love Lift earthward thoughts to things above; In every holy, happy home, We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast come.

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• [Isa 53:3] My Crucified Savior

  My crucified Savior, despised and contemned, Thou innocent victim for sinners condemned, Thy garments are blood-stained, Thy spirit doth groan, In agony prostrate, Thou suff’rest alone. Thou weepest and moanest in conflict and prayer, And writhest in agony, pain and despair; In thirty years’ anguish our path Thou hast trod, And diest at last to redeem us to God. Our Savior thus finished God’s plan with our race, And laid the foundation for pardon and grace. And then rose triumphant, the conquering Lord, Appeased the Creator and mankind restored. Restored to the bliss that was lost in the fall, Yea, greater, for Jesus prepared for us all Eternal salvation and mansions above; Come, poor, burdened sinners, rejoice in His love. Yea, come, trembling sinner, come just as thou art, Thy cares and thy sorrows to Jesus impart; In Him seek salvation from death and the grave, For Jesus is willing and mighty to save.

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• [Isa 53:3] O Dearest Jesus

  O dearest Jesus, what law hast Thou broken That such sharp sentence should on Thee be spoken? Of what great crime hast Thou to make confession— What dark transgression? They crown Thy head with thorns, they smite, they scourge Thee; With cruel mockings to the cross they urge Thee; They give Thee gall to drink, they still decry Thee; They crucify Thee. Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish? It is my sins for which Thou, Lord, must languish; Yea, all the wrath, the woe, Thou dost inherit, This I do merit. What punishment so strange is suffered yonder! The Shepherd dies for sheep that loved to wander; The Master pays the debt His servants owe Him, Who would not know Him. The sinless Son of God must die in sadness; The sinful child of man may live in gladness; Man forfeited his life and is acquitted— God is committed. There was no spot in me by sin untainted; Sick with sin’s poison, all my heart had fainted; My heavy guilt to hell had well-nigh brought me, Such woe it wrought me. O wondrous love, whose depth no heart hath sounded, That brought Thee here, by foes and thieves surrounded! All worldly pleasures, heedless, I was trying While Thou wert dying. O mighty King, no time can dim Thy glory! How shall I spread abroad Thy wondrous story? How shall I find some worthy gifts to proffer? What dare I offer? For vainly doth our human wisdom ponder— Thy woes, Thy mercy, still transcend our wonder. Oh, how should I do aught that could delight Thee! Can I requite Thee? Yet unrequited, Lord, I would not leave Thee; I will renounce whate’er doth vex or grieve Thee And quench with thoughts of Thee and prayers most lowly All fires unholy. But since my strength will nevermore suffice me To crucify desires that still entice me, To all good deeds, oh, let Thy Spirit win me And reign within me! I’ll think upon Thy mercy without ceasing, That earth’s vain joys to me no more be pleasing; To do Thy will shall be my sole endeavor Henceforth forever. Whate’er of earthly good this life may grant me, I’ll risk for Thee; no shame, no cross, shall daunt me; I shall not fear what man can do to harm me Nor death alarm me. But worthless is my sacrifice, I own it; Yet, Lord, for love’s sake Thou wilt not disown it; Thou wilt accept my gift in Thy great meekness Nor shame my weakness. And when, dear Lord, before Thy throne in Heaven To me the crown of joy at last is given, Where sweetest hymns Thy saints forever raise Thee, I, too, shall praise Thee.

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• [Isa 53:3] What Grace, O Lord, And Beauty Shone

  What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe. For, ever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped Thy silent tongue. Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. O give us hearts to love like Thee! Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others’ sins than all The wrongs that we receive. One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with Thee.

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