He was wounded for our transgression

On the cross crucified

in great sorrow He died

the Giver of life is He

but my Lord is despised

and rejected of men

oh this Jesus of Calvary

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Price for healing it was paid

as those cruel stripes were laid

within Pilate's judgement hall

but His suffering it affords

perfect healing for all

oh this Healer of men today

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But He was wounded for our transgression

He was bruised for our iniquities

surely He bore our sorrows

and by His stripes we are healed

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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

oh this wonderful Healer is mine

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But He was wounded for our transgression

He was bruised for our iniquities

surely He bore our sorrows

and by His stripes we are healed.