Isaiah 53:5

• [Isa 53:5] Great Healer, The

  Oh, when shall sickness and disease Their persecuting warfare cease; And weakness die, and grief and pain, And death itself at last be slain? Doubt not that better day is near, The suffering sons of earth to hear; Disease and pain are born of sin. Their remedy is found within. Let Christ, descending from above, Become incarnate in Thy love. The inward ills and wrong subdue, And make Thy fallen nature new. Let the great Healer make Thee free From sin’s corroding malady; And then the life that’s in the soul Shall make the suffering body whole.

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• [Isa 53:5] He Was Nailed To The Cross For Me

  What a wonderful, wonderful Savior, Who would die on the cross for me! Freely shedding His precious lifeblood, That the sinner might be made free. Refrain He was nailed to the cross for me, He was nailed to the cross for me; On the cross crucified for me He died; He was nailed to the cross for me. Thus He left His heavenly glory, To accomplish His Father’s plan; He was born of the virgin Mary, Took upon Him the form of man. Refrain He was wounded for our transgressions, And He carried our sorrows, too; He’s the Healer of ev’ry sickness, This He came to the world to do. Refrain So He gave His life for others In Redeeming this world from sin, And He’s gone to prepare a mansion, That at last we may enter in. Refrain

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• [Isa 53:5] Heal Us, Emmanuel

  Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer [originally, Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are] We wait to feel Thy touch; Deep wounded souls to Thee repair, And Savior, we are such. Our faith is feeble, we confess We faintly trust Thy Word; But wilt Thou pity us the less? Be that far from Thee, Lord! Remember him who once applied With trembling for relief “Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried; “O help my unbelief!” She, too, who touched Thee in the press And healing virtue stole, Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace; Thy faith has made thee whole.” Concealed amid the gathering throng, She would have shunned Thy view; And if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too. Like her, with hopes and fears we come To touch Thee if we may; O send us not despairing home; Send none unhealed away.

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• [Isa 53:5] How Beauteous Were The Marks Divine

  How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine; That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Lamb of God! Oh! who like Thee, so calm, so bright; So pure, so made to live in light? Oh, who like Thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? Oh, who like Thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? And all Thy life’s unchanging years, A man of sorrows and of tears, The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon Thy bending shoulders weighed. E’en death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pain, and scoff, and scorn to Thee; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy lifeblood flowed. Oh, in Thy light be mine to go, Illumining all my way of woe! And give me ever on the road To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!

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• [Isa 53:5] I Lay My Sins On Jesus

  I lay my sins on Jesus, the spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us from the accursèd load; I bring my guilt to Jesus, to wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious, till not a stain remains. I lay my wants on Jesus; all fullness dwells in Him; He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem: I lay my griefs on Jesus, my burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. I rest my soul on Jesus, this weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline. I love the Name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes His Name abroad is poured. I long to be like Jesus, strong, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, the Father’s holy Child: I long to be with Jesus, amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, to learn the angels’ song.

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• [Isa 53:5] Jesus, I Will Ponder Now

  Jesus, I will ponder now On Your holy Passion; Let Your Spirit now endow Me for meditation. Grant that I in love and faith May the image cherish Of Your suffering, pain and death That I may not perish. Make me see Your great distress, Anguish, and affliction, Bonds and stripes and wretchedness And your crucifixion; Make me see how scourge and rod, Spear and nails, did wound You, How You died for those, O God, Who with thorns had crowned You. Let, O Lord, not thus alone Make me see your Passion, But its cause to me make known And its termination. For I also and my sin Wrought your deep affliction; This the shameful cause has been Of Your crucifixion. Let me view Your pain and loss With repentant grieving, Nor prepare again your cross By unholy living. May I give you love for love! Hear me, O my Savior, That I may in Heav’n above Sing your praise forever.

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• [Isa 53:5] More Marred Than Any Man’s

  More marred than any man’s The Savior’s visage see; Was ever sorrow like to His, Endured on Calvary! Oh, hear that piercing cry! What can its meaning be? “My God! my God! oh! why hast Thou In wrath forsaken Me?” Oh ’twas because our sins On Him by God were laid; He who Himself had never sinned For sinners, sin was made. Thus sin He put away By His one sacrifice Then, Conqueror o’er death and hell, He mounted to the skies. Therefore let all men know That God is satisfied; And sinners all who Jesus trust Through Him are justified.

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• [Isa 53:5] My Sins Laid Open To The Rod

  My sins laid open to the rod, The back which from the law was free; And the eternal Son of God Received the stripes once due to me. No beam was in His eye, nor mote, Nor laid to Him was any blame; And yet His cheeks for me were smote— The cheeks that never blushed for shame. I pierced those sacred hands and feet That never touched or walked in sin; I broke the heart that only beat The souls of sinful men to win. That sponge of vinegar and gall Was placed by me upon His tongue; And when derision mocked His call, I stood that mocking crowd among. And yet His blood was shed for me, To be of sin the double cure; And balm there flows from Calvary’s tree That heals my guilt and makes me pure.

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• [Isa 53:5] Now, My Soul, Thy Voice Upraising

  Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Tell in sweet and mournful strain How the Crucified, enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of His love was offered, Sinless was for sinners slain. Scourged with unrelenting fury For the sins which we deplore, By His livid stripes He heals us, Raising us to fall no more; All our bruises gently soothing, Binding up the bleeding sore. See! His hands and feet are fastened So He makes His people free; Not a wound whence blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be; Yea the very nails which nail Him Nail us also to the tree. Through His heart the spear is piercing, Though His foes have seen Him die; Blood and water thence are streaming In a tide of mystery, Water from our guilt to cleanse us, Blood to win us crowns on high. Jesu, may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford: Let them be our cup and healing, And at length our full reward; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord.

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• [Isa 53:5] O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head

  O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee; Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead, Didst bear all ill for me. A Victim led, Thy blood was shed; Now there’s no load for me. Death and the curse were in our cup: O Christ, ’twas full for Thee; But Thou hast drained the last dark drop, ’Tis empty now for me. That bitter cup, love drank it up; Now blessing’s draught for me. Jehovah lifted up His rod; O Christ, it fell on Thee! Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God; There’s not one stroke for me. Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed; Thy bruising healeth me. The tempest’s awful voice was heard, O Christ, it broke on Thee! Thy open bosom was my ward, It braved the storm for me. Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred; Now cloudless peace for me. Jehovah bade His sword awake; O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee! Thy blood the flaming blade must slake; Thine heart its sheath must be; All for my sake, my peace to make; Now sleeps that sword for me. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee! Thou’rt ris’n—my hands are all untied, And now Thou liv’st in me. When purified, made white and tried, Thy glory then for me!

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• [Isa 53:5] O Thou Through Suffering Perfect Made

  O Thou through suffering perfect made, On Whom the bitter cross was laid; In hours of sickness, grief and pain, No sufferer turns to Thee in vain. The halt, the maimed, the sick, the blind, Sought not in vain Thy tendance kind, Now in Thy poor Thyself we see, And minister through them to Thee. O loving Savior, Thou canst cure The pains and woes Thou didst endure; For all who need, Physician great, Thy healing balm we supplicate. But, O far more, let each keen pain And hour of woe be heavenly gain, Each stroke of Thy chastising rod Bring back the wanderer nearer God! O heal the bruisèd heart within! O save our souls all sick with sin! Give life and health in bounteous store, That we may praise Thee evermore!

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• [Isa 53:5] Take Me As I Am, O Savior

  Take me as I am, O Savior Better I can never be; Thou alone canst bring me nearer Self but draws me far from Thee. I can never, I can never, I can never But within Thy wounds be saved, But within Thy wounds be saved. Wearied of the desert journey Which through pain and peril goes, I have failed, alone, to conquer E’en the meanest of my foes. But the strongest, but the strongest, but the strongest, Flies before Thy glorious Name, Flies before Thy glorious Name. Calvary’s blood the weak exalteth More than conquerors to be; Calvary’s blood the strong abaseth Myriad hosts to bow to Thee. O revive me, O revive me, O revive me With a breeze from Calvary, With a breeze from Calvary. I will trust Thy might unmeasured Great the work that marks Thy way; Thou hast death, and Thou hast Satan, Thou hast hell beneath Thy sway; Hill of Calv’ry! Hill of Calv’ry! Hill of Calv’ry! I shall praise for evermore. I shall praise for evermore.

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• [Isa 53:5] Wounded For Me

  Wounded for me, wounded for me, There on the cross He was wounded for me; Gone my transgressions, and now I am free, All because Jesus was wounded for me. Dying for me, dying for me, There on the cross He was dying for me; Now in His death my redemption I see, All because Jesus was dying for me. Risen for me, risen for me, Up from the grave He has risen for me; Now evermore from death’s sting I am free, All because Jesus has risen for me. Living for me, living for me, Up in the skies He is living for me; Daily He’s pleading and praying for me, All because Jesus is living for me. Coming for me, coming for me, One day to earth He is coming for me; Then with what joy His dear face I shall see, O how I praise Him—He’s coming for me!

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• [Isa 53:5] Wounded For Our Transgressions

  Sing we the praises of Jesus, the wonderful Savior of men; Sing how He died for our ransom, yet liveth in glory again; Tell how His grace is sufficient a world of lost sinners to save; Tell how whoever believeth a perfect salvation shall have. Refrain Wounded for our transgressions, Treading the winepress alone; Brought as a lamb to the slaughter, Jesus the Infinite One. Shall we not praise Him forever, Worship His Name and adore? He Who was slain, but now liveth again, Is our Savior forevermore. To Bethlehem of Judea a Babe in a manger He came; Lived He a life of the lowly, enduring the cross and its shame; Tempted in all points as we are, and yet without sin was He found; God-man, our frailties He knows, and His grace doth to sinners abound. Refrain Glory to God in the highest, our glad hearts exultingly sing, Praises forever and ever to Jesus our Savior and King; No more despised and rejected, for sinners to suffer and die, Worshipped, enthroned and exalted, He liveth forever on high. Refrain

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Isaiah 58:1

• [Isa 58:1] O Cry Aloud And Spare Not

  O cry aloud and spare not, Ye watchmen on the wall, Unless we go to battle Our Zion here will fall. Put on the Gospel armor; Put on the shoes of peace. We’ll fight till He with glory Shall cause all wars to cease. The multitudes run blindly Along the large, broad way. They’re crying peace and safety And know not what they say. Wake up and sense the danger, My friends, be cleansed within; Not just a carnal Christian, “Ye must be born again!”

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