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The Lord of Hosts would strike down the Good Shepherd, His own Son Jesus Christ, by the cross. This would test the Shepherd’s disciples, but the Lord would see them through.

BibleGateway: Zechariah 13:7-9

ESV Text: Zechariah 13:7-9


KJV Text:

The section starts at about 1:8 and ends at about 1:55

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     7 Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones. 8 And it shall come to pass, that in all the land, saith the LORD, two parts therein shall be cut off and die; but the third shall be left therein. 9 And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The LORD is my God.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 268:
Zion Mourns in Fear and Anguish

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1. Zion mourns in fear and anguish, 
Zion, city of our God. 
“Ah,” she says, “how sore I languish, 
Bowed beneath the chastening rod! 
For my God forsook me quite 
And forgot my sorry plight 
Mid these troubles now distressing, 
Countless woes my soul oppressing. 

2. “Once,” she mourns, “He promised plainly 
That His help should e’er be near; 
Yet I now must seek Him vainly 
In my days of woe and fear. 
Will His anger never cease? 
Will He not renew His peace? 
Will He not show forth compassion 
And again forgive transgression?” 

3. “Zion, surely I do love thee,” 
Thus to her the Savior saith, 
“Though with many woes I prove thee 
And thy soul is sad to death. 
For My troth is pledged to thee; 
Zion, thou art dear to Me. 
Deep within My heart I’ve set thee, 
That I never can forget thee. 

4. “Let not Satan make thee craven; 
He can threaten, but not harm. 
On My hands thy name is graven, 
And thy shield is My strong arm. 
How, then, could it ever be 
I should not remember thee, 
Fail to build thy wall, My city, 
And look down on thee with pity? 

5. “Ever shall Mine eyes behold thee; 
On My bosom thou art laid. 
Ever shall My love enfold thee; 
Never shalt thou lack Mine aid. 
Neither Satan, war, nor stress 
Then shall mar thy happiness: 
With this blessed consolation 
Be thou firm in tribulation.”