He bore my grief 
And carried my sorrows 
Yet I esteemed him not 
Oh God what a fool I’ve been 

Pierced for my transgressions 
And crushed for my iniquities 
Upon him was the wrath that brought me peace 
That by his stripes I’ve been set free 

By his wounds, we are healed 
By his wounds, we are free 

(God looks down from heaven
on the children of man)

No one is righteous

(to see if there are any who
understand who seek after
God, but no..)

No not even one

All we have gone astray 
We’ve turned to our own way 
Yet on him was laid 
the iniquity of us all 

By his wounds 
By his wounds, we are free 

By his wounds, we are free 
By his wounds, I am free 

What amazing grace 
That I’d be counted righteous 
By the blood of a perfect savior 
Who gave his life that I would be made clean 

By his wounds, we are healed 
By his wounds, we are free 

I’ve nothing to offer 
But grateful praise 
To Jesus Christ 
My Savior and High Priest

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