He Was Wounded

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him. And with His wounds, and with His wounds, and with His wounds we are healed. He was despis’d, He was rejected, one from whom men hide their faces. Man of sorrows, with grief acquainted, we esteem’d Him not. All we like sheep have gone astray, each of us turned to His own way, And the Lord has laid on Him all of our sin. Surely He took up all of our suff’ring. Surely He carried our sorrows. Yet we considered Him afflicted, smitten, stricken by God. He was wounded for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him. And with His wounds, and with His wounds, and with His wounds we are healed.