HIS WERE THE WOUNDS

His were the wounds that healed us, (3)

Behold the Lamb of God.

He did no wrong, he told no lie,

He was silent under the rod;

They cursed him and he kept his peace,

He put his trust in his God.

His body bore the weight of sin

As he hung and died on the cross:

That we, like him, should die to sin,

And live as he did for God.

He suffered so that we should walk

On the very road that he trod;

All we like sheep had gone astray,

Till he led us back to God.