Verse 1
The truth of each prophetic word
Fulfill’d in Christ we see;
Our sins from us to Him transfer’d
He carried on the tree:
Charg’d with the universal load
In that vindictive day,
Th’ atoning Lamb, the dying God
Bore all our sins away.
Verse 2
Jesus, the soul’s and body’s ills
Thou only canst remove,
Thy blood the wounded conscience heals,
Applied by sovereign love:
O might thy wounds the balm impart
For which alone I sigh!
Heal the diseases of my heart,
And let my body die.