- Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu; Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem. Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei; Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem, Sempiternam. Merciful Jesus, merciful Jesus, merciful Jesus, merciful Jesus; Father, who takes away the sins of the world, Grant them rest, grant them rest. Lamb of God, Lamb of God, Lamb of God, Lamb of God; Father, who takes away the sins of the world, Grant them rest, grant them rest, everlasting.
- Who has believed our message? To whom has the Lord revealed his powerful arm? My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground. There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care. Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed. All of us, like sheep, have strayed away. We have left God’s paths to follow our own. Yet the Lord laid on him the sins of us all. He was oppressed and treated harshly, yet he never said a word. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep is silent before the shearers, he did not open his mouth. Unjustly condemned, he was led away. No one cared that he died without descendants, that his life was cut short in midstream. But he was struck down for the rebellion of my people. He had done no wrong and had never deceived anyone. But he was buried like a criminal; he was put in a rich man’s grave. But it was the Lord’s good plan to crush him and cause him grief. Yet when his life is made an offering for sin, he will have many descendants. He will enjoy a long life, and the Lord’s good plan will prosper in his hands. When he sees all that is accomplished by his anguish, he will be satisfied. And because of his experience, my righteous servant will make it possible for many to be counted righteous, for he will bear all their sins. I will give him the honors of a victorious soldier, because he exposed himself to death. He was counted among the rebels. He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels. Isaiah 53
- Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control; That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed His own blood for my soul. My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
- It is the nature of grace to fill the places that have been empty. Geothe
- Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. How His kindness yet pursues me, mortal tongue can never tell. Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me, I cannot proclaim it well. O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above. Robert Robinson
- Come out of sadness, from wherever you've been. Come broken hearted let rescue begin. Come find your mercy, Oh sinner, come kneel; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal. So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame. All who are broken lift up your face. Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far. So lay down your hurt, lay down your heart, come as you are. There's hope for the hopeless and all those who've strayed. Come sit at the table, come taste the grace. There's rest for the weary, rest that endures; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't cure. So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame. All who are broken lift up your face. Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far. Lay down your hurt, lay down your heart. Come as you are, fall in His arms. Come as you are, there's joy for the morning. Oh sinner, be still; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal. Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal. David Crowder
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