But how, oh few believe it, who will listen?
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To whom will God reveal His saving power?
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It was the will of the Lord that His servant
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Should grow like a plant, taking root in dry ground
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He had no beauty or majesty to make us notice Him
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He wasn't attractive and nothing would draw us to Him
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We ignored Him that He was nothing
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He is the suffering servant, he is the son of God
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It was our grief He bore
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Our sorrows, that weighed Him down
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And we thought His troubles
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Were a punishment from God
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But He was wounded and beaten for our sins
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He was chastised that we might have peace
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He was lashed, and we were healed
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We are the ones
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Who strayed away like sheep without shephard
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We who left God's path to follow our own
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God laid on Him guilt and sins of everyone of us
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He was oppressed, and He was afflicted
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He was brought as a lamb to the slaughter
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But He opened not His mouth
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He's the servant who is love
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He's the servant who set us free
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He is the suffering servant, the Son of God
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The Suffering Servant
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| Leviticus |
