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.