Deep were His wounds, and red
On cruel Calvary
As on the cross he bled
In bitter agony
But they whom sin has wounded sore
Find healing in the wounds He bore.
But they whom sin has wounded sore
Find healing in the wounds He bore.
He suffered shame and scorn
And wretched, dire disgrace
Forsaken and forlorn
He hung there in our place
But all who would from sin be free
Look to His cross for victory
But all who would from sin be free
Look to His cross for victory
His life, His all, He gave
When He was crucified
Our burdened souls to save
What fearful death, He died
But each of us though dead in sin
Through Christ's eternal life may win.
But each of us though dead in sin
Through Christ's eternal life may win.