He grew like a tender shoot From dry ground, a sudden root With no beauty or majesty That we would want Him We like sheep have gone astray Each one turned to his own way But the Lord on Him has laid All our sin And yet it was Your will to crush Him And yet, it was the will of God Surely, surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows Surely, surely We despised his frame And turned away But He was wounded He was crushed The punishment He bore for us And by His stripes We are healed Sinless, silent, sacrifice The Lamb of God was crucified Beaten, bruised, and born to die That we may live And yet it was Your will to crush Him And yet, it was the will of God And yet it was Your will to crush Him And yet, it was the will of God Surely, surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows Surely, surely We despised his frame And turned away But He was wounded He was crushed The punishment He bore for us And by His stripes And though His heel, the serpent has struck The head of our enemies, He will crush Out of the anguish of His soul Many have become righteous ones And though His heel, the serpent has struck The head of our enemies, He will crush Out of the anguish of His soul Many have become righteous ones But He was wounded, He was crushed He was wounded, He was crushed He was wounded, He was crushed The punishment He bore for us And by His stripes Oh by His stripes Oh by His stripes We are healed