With His Stripes, I Am Healed

He was despised, and rejected of men,
A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.
And we hid as it were our faces from him:
He was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows,
Yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement of our peace was on him,
And with his stripes we are healed.

He healed the leper, Blessed the blind to see.
Oh, what more he daily does for me!
Although faulted, he bled   To free me from my sins;
Suff’ring all, enabling my return to him.

Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows,
Yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement of our peace was on him,
And with his stripes we are healed.

Through the painful years, Through ev’ry heartbreak,
Through the sweat and tears, He’s by my side.
After sins and mistakes, He offers endless second chances,
To perfect myself, And become like him.

Surely he has borne my griefs, and carried my sorrows,
Yet some esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for my transgressions, bruised for my iniquities;
The chastisement of my peace was on him,
And with his stripes I amhealed.

With his stripes,  I can be
Healed.