Deep were His wounds, and red, on cruel Calvary
As on the cross He bled in bitter agony
But they whom sin has wounded sore find healing in the wounds He bore
But they whom sin has wounded sore find healing in the wounds He bore

He suffered shame and scorn and wretched, dire disgrace;
Forsaken and forlorn, He hung there in our place
But all who would from sin be free look to His cross for victory
But all who would from sin be free look to His cross for victory

His life, His all he gave when He was crucified;
Our burdened souls to save, what fearful death He died!
But each of us, though dead in sin, through Christ's eternal life may win
But each of us, though dead in sin, through Christ's eternal life may win