Surely He hath borne our griefs,
and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem Him stricken,
smitten of God, and afflicted.
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.
As I wait through these long hours for the rising of the Son, I remember that He died for my peace.
Amazing love, how can it be? That Thou my God shouldst die for me!