We remember one who loved us well,
Shared our life, its joy and sorrow,
Walked among us as the least of all,
Gave himself into our keeping,
He is light that dawns for blinded eyes,
He is hope for the despairing;
All on earth can find a place with him,
Saint and sinner at his table.
from Song of the Lord's Supper by M. Joncas
Surely he has borne our infirmities
and carried our diseases;
yet we accounted him stricken,
struck down by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions,
crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the punishment that made us whole,
and by his bruises we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have all turned to our own way,
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
from Isaiah 53