Holy

Holy, perfect, spotless Lamb
Pure and undefiled
Heaven’s glorious majesty
In whom we’re reconciled
Guilty, vile and hopeless, we
Born in shame and sin
Look upon His Deity
And gain new life within

He clad Himself in human flesh
The sacred King of kings
There was nothing in His form
That we desired of Him
But with a love so full and free
His blood flowed like a river
As He became, for you and me
Sin’s offering forever

In Heaven’s purest innocence
Within its scarlet flow
The deepest sin-stains of our guilt
Are washed as white as snow
And all that I can find to say
Is thank-you Lord, amen
Hope for all from death’s dark curse
In One Holy Offering

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Janet Martin

He had no beauty or majesty
To attract us to him.
Nothing in his appearance
That we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men
A man of sorrows and familiar with suffering
Like one from whom men hid their faces
He was despised and we esteemed him not
Surely he took up our infirmities
And carried our sorrows
Yet we considered him stricken by God
Smitten by him and afflicted
But he was pierced for our transgressions
He was crushed for our iniquities;
The punishment that brought us peace
Was upon HIM
And by HIS wounds we are healed. Isa.53:2-5