Wounded for my transgressions!
Slowly the words I read;
Swiftly the tears will gather,
Truly the heart should bleed.
Wonderful condescension!
Matchless, infinite grace;
Jesus, the Sinless—holy—
Taking the sinner's place.
Wonderful, wonderful story!
Wonderful depth of love!
Laying aside His glory,
Leaving the courts above;
Jesus, the Man of sorrows,
Homeless and friendless—He;
Wounded—so cruelly wounded,
Bruised—and broken—for me.
Fiercely the storm sweeps round
Him! Darkly the shadows fall;
Wrath, and anger, and judgment—
Jesus—bearing it all.
Draining the cup of anguish,
Dying on Calvary's tree:
Wonderful plan of redemption:
Jesus—dying—for me!
"There is none other Name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved."