The other night I had been reading about Martin Luther's struggle with the demands of the law and how he finally understood God's gift of justification by faith. Later in the middle of the night I found myself thinking through the words of Merrill Dunlop's hymn, "He Was Wounded for Our Transgressions"
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He bore our sins in His body on the tree;
For our guilt He gave us peace,
From our bondage gave release,
And with His stripes our souls are healed.
He was numbered among transgressors,
We did esteem Him forsaken by His God;
As our sacrifice He died that the law be satisfied,
And all our sin was laid on Him.
We had wandered, we all had wandered
Far from the fold of the Shepherd of the sheep;
But He sought us where we were,
On the mountains bleak and bare,
And brought us safely home to God.
Who can number His generation?
Who shall declare all the triumphs of His cross?
Millions, dead, now live again,
Myriads follow in His train!
Victorious Lord, victorious Lord and coming King!
Amen.
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