7 Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; confusion hath covered my face. 8 I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's sons; 9 For the zeal of thy house hath devoured me, and the reproaches of them that reproach thee have fallen upon me.
The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted to the sinless One
The cross - the grave.
Blest Substitute from God,
Wraths's awful cup He drained;
Laid down His life, and e'en the tomb's
Reproach sustained.