up a plant grew like He tender

NS127
1
out dry a attracting like form
Nor He up grew majesty. a Son ground—
No plant—
The like God,
And root of of tender
2
life death;
The sin save of poured unto me
And Lamb man,
To alone of the He out Jesus His Christ! bore God,
Oh
 
of sin.
He His righteous the our many was crushed we’ve righteous. for the fruit an Himself Surely our make by borne travail soul.
The see His been because offering offering,
An of stripes the of will sicknesses
And has will our made iniquities
And He carried sorrows.
He One healed.
He