O Who Has Our Report Believed
O who has our report believ’d?
And who JEHOVAH’s arm doth know?
For as a tender plant and root
Before Him, from dry ground He’ll grow.
He has no form, nor comeliness;
And when his troubled face we see,
No beauty in Him we discern,
that by us He desir’d should be.
He slighted and rejected is
Ev’n of the men He came to save:
A man of constant sorrows full,
And intimate with heavy grief.
Yet we, while He was thus abus’d,
Our faces turn’d and hid from Him;
By others round He was despis’d,
Nor did we Him at all esteem.
Tho’ sure they were our griefs He bore,
Our sinking sorrows bear did He;
Yet strook, and smote, and scourg’d by GOD,
We judg’d Him righteously to be.
But ah! ’twas only for our sins
That He did all his wounds receive:
For our iniquities was bruis’d,
That He might us from them relieve.
Our chastisement on Him was laid,
To purchase our eternal peace:
and by his stripes it is that we
Are heal’d with wondrous pow’r and grace.
We all like sheep astray have gone,
Each turn’d to his own sinful way:
And yet the trespass on us all
The LORD on Him alone did lay.
Oppress’d, abus’d, He silent was,
As the meek lamb to slaughter bro’t;
Or sheep, before her shearers dumb,
His guiltless mouth He op’ned not
From judgment and from pris’n [the grave]
Soon rais’d and took away was He;
And of his generation who
Shall tell the wondrous history?
For from the land of living ones
In early age was He destroy’d;
And for my people’s sins the stroke
Of vi’lent death was on Him laid.
With criminals He dy’d; and yet
Among the rich He made his grave;
Because He did no injury,
Nor ever with his mouth deceive.
Yet it JEHOVAH pleas’d to bruise
And put Him to extreme distress,
When Thou shalt offer up his soul
Only for others trespasses:
When this is done, then He shall rise,
Live ever, and his offspring see;
JEHOVAH’s pleasure in his hand
Shall prosper to eternity:
The mulitply’d and happy fruit,
Of the vast travel of his soul,
He shall survey, and with the view
He shall be pleased to the full:
By knowledge of the way of life,
My righteous servant shall appear
Vast multitudes to justify;
For He their sins will fully bear.
Therefore a portion with the great
To Him, as due, divide I will;
And with the mighty ones shall He
Divide and share the glorious spoil.
Because He pour’d his soul to death,
And with transgressors numbred was:
The sin of many bore; and He
For helpless sinners pleads the cause.