How Few Receive with Cordial Faith

How few re­ceive with cor­di­al faith

The tid­ings which we bring?

How few have seen the arm re­vealed

Of Heav’n’s eter­nal King?

The Sav­ior comes! no out­ward pomp

Bespeaks His pre­sence nigh;

No earth­ly beau­ty shines in Him

To draw the car­nal eye.

Fair as a beau­te­ous ten­der flow­er

Amidst the de­sert grows

So slight­ed by a re­bel race

The heav’n­ly Sav­ior rose.

Rejected and de­spised of men

Behold a Man of woe!

Grief was His close com­pan­ion still

Through all His life be­low.

Yet all the griefs He felt were ours

Ours were the woes He bore:

Pangs

not His own

His spot­less soul

With bit­ter ang­uish tore.

We held Him as con­demned by Heav’n

An out­cast from His God

While for our sins He groaned

He bled

Beneath His Fa­ther’s rod.

His sacr­ed blood hath washed our souls

From sin’s pol­lut­ed stain;

His stripes have healed us

and His death

Revived our souls again.

We all

like sheep

had gone as­tray

In ru­in’s fa­tal road:

On Him were our trans­gress­ions laid;

He bore the migh­ty load.

Wronged and op­pressed how meek­ly He

In pa­tient si­lence stood!

Mute

as the peace­ful harm­less lamb

When brought to shed its blood.

Who can His ge­ne­ra­tion tell?

From pri­son see Him led!

With im­pious show of law con­demned

And num­bered with the dead.

’Midst sin­ners low in dust He lay;

The rich a grave sup­plied:

Unspotted was His blame­less life;

Unstained by sin He died.

Yet God shall raise His head on high

Though thus He brought Him low;

His sac­red of­fer­ing

when com­plete

Shall ter­mi­nate His woe.

For

saith the Lord

My plea­sure then

Shall pros­per in His hand;

His shall a nu­mer­ous of­fspring be

And still His hon­ors stand.

His soul

re­joic­ing

shall be­hold

The pur­chase of His pain;

And all the guil­ty whom He saved

Shall bless Mes­si­ah’s reign.

He with the great shall share the spoil

And baf­fle all His foes;

Though ranked with sin­ners

here He fell

A con­quer­or He rose.

He died to bear the guilt of men

That sin might be for­giv’n:

He lives to bless them and de­fend

And plead their cause in Heav’n.