Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown barn.

This week we will examine the next two sections of Isaiah 53, specifically 53:4-9 where we learn of Christ’s suffering and submission for sinners. It shows us the sinfulness of our sin and the greatness of the suffering that Christ endured for repentant sinners. God vindicated His just wrath for rebellion against His law. He vindicates His justice against them through the suffering (v4-6) substitution (v7-9) of His Son. How can a just God justify sinners? The answer is here in Isaiah 53:4-9. The outline of the whole flow of Isaiah 53 is as follows:

I. His unexpected exaltation and success, 52:13-15
II. His misunderstood humiliation and rejection, 53:1-3
III. His Suffering, v4-6
IV. His Submission, V7-9
V. His Exaltation, success, prosperity v10-12

The songs are below:

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood

See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

The Suffering Servant
Who is this God did forsake;
Who Himself our griefs did take?
Stricken, smitten by His God;
Our transgressions brought the rod?

The Great I Am Whom we call Saviour,
Mighty God, and Prince of Peace;
The Righteous Servant of Jehovah;
Jesus Christ, our Great High Priest.
As a Father to His children
Everlasting He will be.
Our Counselor, Most Wonderful,
Immanuel, ‘tis He.

Who is this for us now bruised;
Oppressed, afflicted, and abused?
Like a lamb to slaughter led;
All of our sins placed on His head?

Who is this Whose stripes can heal,
Justify, and pardon seal?
Poured out His soul unto death;
And bore our sin ‘til His last breath?

Who is this from Whom we strayed;
Everyone to his own way?
And from Him we hid our face;
Condemned He stood to take our place.

Who is this Who intercedes;
Poor lost sheep, their case He pleads?
All our sin on Him was laid.
He bore God’s wrath; the debt’s been paid.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son now God has spoken
’Tis a true and faithful Word.

Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
Christ the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.

He Will Hold Me Fast
When I fear my faith will fail,
Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail,
He will hold me fast.
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path;
For my love is often cold;
He must hold me fast.

He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

Those He saves are His delight,
Christ will hold me fast;
Precious in his holy sight,
He will hold me fast.
He’ll not let my soul be lost;
His promises shall last;
Bought by Him at such a cost,
He will hold me fast.

For my life He bled and died,
Christ will hold me fast;
Justice has been satisfied;
He will hold me fast.
Raised with Him to endless life,
He will hold me fast
‘Till our faith is turned to sight,
When He comes at last!

Grace Greater Than Our Sin
Marvelous grace of our loving Lord
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilt

Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that is greater than all our sin!

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold
Threaten the soul with infinite loss
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! there is flowing a crimson tide
Whiter than snow you may be today

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face
Will you this moment His grace receive?