Wounded for Our Transgressions

Sing we the prais­es of Je­sus

The won­der­ful Sav­ior of men;

Sing how He died for our ran­som

Yet liv­eth in glo­ry again;

Tell how His grace is suf­fi­cient

A world of lost sin­ners to save;

Tell how who­ev­er be­liev­eth

A per­fect sal­va­tion shall have.

Wounded for our trans­gress­ions

Treading the wine­press alone;

Brought as a lamb to the slaugh­ter

Jesus the In­fi­nite One.

Shall we not praise Him for­ev­er

Worship His name and adore?

He who was slain

but now liv­eth again

Is our Sav­ior for­ev­er­more.

To Beth­leh­em of Ju­dea

A babe in a man­ger He came;

Lived He a life of the low­ly

Enduring the cross and its shame;

Tempted in all points as we are

And yet with­out sin was He found;

God-man

our frail­ties He knows

and

His grace doth to sin­ners abound.

Glory to God in the high­est

Our glad hearts ex­ult­ing­ly sing

Praises for­ev­er and ev­er

To Je­sus our Sav­ior and king;

No more des­pised and re­ject­ed

For sin­ners to suf­fer and die

Worshipped

en­throned and ex­al­ted

He liv­eth for­ev­er on high.