A tender plant, a root in a dry land No beauty or form that we should desire He was the man of sorrows Acquainted with grief Despised and rejected We hid our face But surely, surely, He carried our sorrows Truly He bore all our griefs Wounded and beaten for all our transgressions Pierced for iniquities We all like sheep have gone astray Each and every one has turned his own way On Him was laid the sin of us all The offering was made The travail of us all But surely, surely, He carried our sins Truly He bore all our pain Wounded and beaten for all our transgressions Pierced for iniquities And by His stripes we are healed Many are made righteous and whole Many are made righteous and whole By His knowledge My Servant will justify the many Many are made righteous Hallelujah, Hallelujah! We are made righteous and whole