Lord, the condemnation was Yours,
that the justification might be mine!
The agony was Yours, that
the victory might be mine!
The pain was Yours,
and the ease mine!
The stripes were Yours, and the
healing balm issuing from them mine!
The vinegar and gall were Yours,
that the honey and sweet might be mine!
The curse was Yours, that
the blessing might be mine!
The crown of thorns was Yours,
that the crown of glory might be mine!
The death was Yours,
the life purchased by it mine!
You paid the price, that
I might enjoy the inheritance!
[John Flavel]
Isaiah 53:5 ... But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.❤
