He grew like a tender shoot
From dry ground, a sudden root
With no beauty or majesty
That we would want Him
We like sheep have gone astray
Each one turned to his own way
But the Lord on Him has laid
All our sin
And yet it was Your will to crush Him
And yet, it was the will of God
Surely, surely
He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows
Surely, surely
We despised his frame
And turned away
But He was wounded
He was crushed
The punishment He bore for us
And by His stripes
We are healed
Sinless, silent, sacrifice
The Lamb of God was crucified
Beaten, bruised, and born to die
That we may live
And yet it was Your will to crush Him
And yet, it was the will of God
And yet it was Your will to crush Him
And yet, it was the will of God
Surely, surely
He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows
Surely, surely
We despised his frame
And turned away
But He was wounded
He was crushed
The punishment He bore for us
And by His stripes
And though His heel, the serpent has struck
The head of our enemies, He will crush
Out of the anguish of His soul
Many have become righteous ones
And though His heel, the serpent has struck
The head of our enemies, He will crush
Out of the anguish of His soul
Many have become righteous ones
But He was wounded, He was crushed
He was wounded, He was crushed
He was wounded, He was crushed
The punishment He bore for us
And by His stripes
Oh by His stripes
Oh by His stripes
We are healed