the Giver of life is He.
Yet my Lord is despised and rejected of men
oh this Jesus of calvary.
The price for healing it was paid
as those cruel stripes were laid,
within Pilates judgement hall.
But His suffering, it affords
perfect healing for all
this Healer of men today
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquity.
Surely He bore our sorrows.
And by His stripes we are healed.
He has healed my sick soul,
He made me every whit whole.
oh He,ll do the very same for you.
He,s the same yesterday, and today, and forever.
This wonderful Saviour is mine.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquity.
Surely He bore our sorrows,
And by His stripes we are healed.
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U/k author
