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, and with His stripes,
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, and all our sin,
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 home, and brought us home
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,
Victorious Lord and coming King!