Man of Sorrows (Isaiah 53)

He hath no form nor comeliness
That he should be desired,
No beauty to be seen in him
That he should be admired.

He is rejected and despised,
An man of sorrows, he,
With grief acquainted, and we hid
Our faces, nor esteemed

Him who all our griefs hath borne,
Our sorrows carried, too.
We did esteem him stricken and
Smitten and afflicted who

For our transgressions wounded was,
For our iniquities was bruised;
For ou peace he was chastised,
Him who we refused.

With his many stripes we're healed,
Like sheep we've gone astray;
On him the Lord our sins has laid,
Who turned to our own way.

Afflicted and oppressed he was,
Taken in his youth,
A slaughtered lamb, a shearéd sheep,
But opened not his mouth.

Ye it pleased the Lord to bruise him there,
And put to grief and die;
Yet he shall see of his travial
And shall be satisfied.