CHORUS:
O Man of Sorrows, you carried our griefs!
From all our sicknesses you grant relief;
You came as a servant
the slaves of sin to release;
And our punishment you bore
to bring us peace;
And by your wounds,
O Lamb of God, we are healed!

When we saw him smitten with the rod,
We thought that he was justly judged of God,
So in scorn we hid from him our face,
Knowing not the Holy One
was bearing our disgrace!
For we all, like sheep, had gone astray,
Wandering, every one, in his own way;
But the Lord for our sake laid on him,
All of our transgressions
and the guilt of all our sin.

CHORUS