The Wounded for our Transgressions

Verse 1

My song shall be of him who died Upon the mount of Calvary; His name, his blood, and nought beside Shall be my theme eternally.

Verse 2

I view him in his infant form, Poor, helpless, in a manger laid; To rescue me, a worthless worm, Th' eternal word my flesh was made.

Verse 3

At eight days old the Saviour bled; To purge our filth his blood was spilt; Thus all the members, in the head, Were cleans'd from their parental guilt.

Verse 4

A man of sorrows was my Lord, Tempted like me in ev'ry point; That he true succour might afford To tempted souls, who else would faint.

Verse 5

Despis'd and friendless was the lamb, Abased to a low degree, Refus'd by all with scorn and shame, That he our faithful friend might be.

Verse 6

Mark how he loves his blood bought friends! When in his greatest agony He pleads for them, he them defends, The're as the apple of his eye.

Verse 7

For when the multitude came on To drag him to the painful tree; Whom seek ye? (says the holy one) If me you seek, the children free.

Verse 8

When thus accepted, in our stead, Justice the sinner did release; And for the members smote the head, Chastis'd him for our breach of peace.