lyrics
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By his Son, God now has spoken
’Tis the true and faithful Word.
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrificed appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
His the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
credits
from
At Last Far Off,
released November 18, 2013
Lyrics by Thomas Kelly 1804
Music arrangement by Daniel Justice Snoke 2013.
Vocals and Guitar - Daniel Justice Snoke
Clarinet - Alison Altman
Violin - Kristen Strom
Organ - Anna Yong
Drums - Joel Chan
Bass - Matthew Peterson
Choir - Alexis Book, Kate Essig, Anna Schartner, Anna Yong, Andrew Gidley, Jonathan Heins, Joel Chan
Congregation - City Reformed Presbyterian Church congregation
Recording and Production - Daniel Justice Snoke
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