He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Sing we the praises of Jesus,
The wonderful Savior of men;
Sing how He died for our ransom,
Yet liveth in glory again;
Tell how His grace is sufficient
A world of lost sinners to save;
Tell how whoever believeth
A perfect salvation shall have.
Wounded for our transgressions,
Treading the winepress alone;
Brought as a lamb to the slaughter,
Jesus the Infinite One.
Shall we not praise Him forever,
Worship His name and adore?
He who was slain, but now liveth again,
Is our Savior forevermore.
To Bethlehem of Judea
A babe in a manger He came;
Lived He a life of the lowly,
Enduring the cross and its shame;
Tempted in all points as we are,
And yet without sin was He found;
God-man, our frailties He knows, and
His grace doth to sinners abound.
Glory to God in the highest,
Our glad hearts exultingly sing,
Praises forever and ever
To Jesus our Savior and king;
No more despised and rejected,
For sinners to suffer and die,
Worshipped, enthroned and exalted,
He liveth forever on high.