Just like a lamb he was led out to die 

And my sin it was taken and nailed to the Tree. 

Soon as a King he'll descend from the sky 

And his kingdom shall reign for evermore. 

He shall comfort the earth 

He shall bring forth pure joy 

He shall wipe every tear from our eye. 

He had no form but the form of a slave

Man of sorrows, despised and acquainted with grief. 

God laid on him all our sorrow and sin

With his stripes we are healed. He made us whole. 

For he has trodden the winepress alone; 

To the peoples he looked, there was no one to help

So with his lifeblood our garments are stained 

And his own arm has brought us victory.