My servant shall prosper; be lifted up high;
Astonishing all by his visage and guise.
The nations will startle, the kings shut their mouths,
And ev’ryone contemplate what they will know.
Say, who has believ-ed the news we have heard.
And who’s seen the arm that the Lord has revealed?
He grew like a plant in a desolate place;
Of plainest appearance and featureless face.
He took our infirmities, carried them off.
We saw him as stricken, afflicted by God.
Our sin was what wounded him; crushed him to death.
We’re healed and made whole through his love of great depth.
Like sheep we have strayed and have turned our own way.
As lamb sent for slaughter he’d nothing to say.
Injustice rejoiced in its triumph that day.
A tomb took his body for certain decay.
Submitting to God, he was lifted again
Through death he washed off all the load of our sin.
To greatness he rose and to infinite light.
Because he was willing for sinners to die.
Image: Paul Klee – The Lamb, Public Domain
Source: Isaiah 52:13 to 53:12
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: St Wilfrid, Public Domain
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