If all our Savior had to do was die
For all our sins it would have been enough,
But he was so abused it hurts the eye
To merely see his body torn and rough.
His skin was pierced by scourge and thorns and spear,
Our sins weighed on him so that he was crushed,
He bore it all and suffered more severe,
Then nailed upon the cross as his blood gushed.
As Jesus looked, his vision marred with blood,
He saw your face across the span of time,
And knew that you were worth the crimson flood;
Christ died for you, this perfect Lamb sublime.
All this He did so you might have a choice;
Accept him as your Lord and then rejoice!
But he was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5 KJV