Wes King 

 

  

 

   By His Wounds

 

 

  We did not esteem Him

  We hid our faces from Him

  As smitten of God

  Surely our sins He wore

  The griefs we bore fell upon Him

  No stately form of majesty

  That we would see Him lovely

  Aquainted with grief

  Surely His Father's will He did fulfil in dying

  

  He was pierced for our transgressions

  Forsaken of men

  Cut off from the land of living

  He knew no sin

  And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter

  He was silent

   

  

  And by His wounds we are healed

  

  All we like sheep have gone astray

  And turned each one to his own way

  Far from the fold

  Surely our shepherd died and justified the many

  

  He was pierced for our transgressions

  Forsaken of men

  Cut off from the land of living

  He knew no sin

  And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter

  He was silent

  And by His wounds we are healed