Isaiah 53:6

• [Isa 53:6] I Was A Wandering Sheep

  I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my Shepherd’s voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father’s voice, I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; They followed me o’er vale and hill, O’er deserts waste and wild; They found me nigh to death, Famished and faint and lone; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wand’ring one. They spoke in tender love, They raised my drooping head, They gently closed my bleeding wounds, My fainting soul they fed; They washed my filth away, They made me clean and fair; They brought me to my home in peace, The long sought wanderer. Jesus my Shepherd is: ’Twas He that loved my soul; ’Twas He that washed me in His blood, ’Twas He that made me whole. ’Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wand’ring sheep, ’Twas He that brought me to the fold, ’Tis He that still doth keep. No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled; I love my tender Shepherd’s voice, I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam; I love my heavenly Father’s voice, I love, I love His home!

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• [Isa 53:6] Like Sheep We Went Astray

  Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God, Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings laid And did at once His vengeance pour, Upon the Shepherd’s head! How glorious was the grace When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays A ransom for the flock. His honor and His breath Were taken both away, Joined with the wicked in His death, And made as vile as they. But God shall raise His head O’er all the sons of men, And make Him see a numerous seed, To recompense His pain. “I’ll give Him,” saith the Lord, “A portion with the strong; He shall possess a large reward; And hold His honors long.”

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• [Isa 53:6] Our Sins, Our Sorrows, Lord

  Our sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on Thee; Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set us free; And now Thy toil is o’er, Thy grief and pain Have passed away; the veil is rent in twain. Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect peace Where all the wicked from their troubling cease, And tranquil Sabbath in the grave to keep; Thy Father giveth His Belovèd sleep. Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above, Thou wast abiding ever, Love of Love, Eternal, filling all created things With Thine own presence, Jesus, King of kings! E’en now our place is with Thee on the throne, For Thou abidest ever with Thine own; Yet in the tomb with Thee, we watch for day; O let Thine angel roll the stone away! O, by Thy life within us, set us free! Reveal the glory that is hid with Thee! Glory to God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Spirit, ever One.

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• [Isa 53:6] Tell Out The Wonderful Story

  Let all the lost hear of Jesus, Out in the darkness astray, Go tell the world of the Shepherd, Carry the news today. Refrain Tell out the wonderful story, Tell of the love of the Savior, Tell how He came from the glory, Tell out the wonderful story. Tell them that death has been vanquished, Life is the gift of His grace; Tell them the supper is ready, Bid them to take their place. Refrain Let all your fears be forsaken; Throw yourself into the fray; Look, they are bound for perdition, Show them the blood bought way. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal