歌曲 | By His Wounds |
歌手 | Wes King |
专辑 | Signature Songs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harris, King | |
We did not esteem Him | |
We hid our faces from Him | |
As smitten of God | |
Surely our sins He wore | |
The griefs we bore fell upon Him | |
No stately form of majesty | |
That we would see Him lovely | |
Aquainted with grief | |
Surely His Father's will He did fulfil in dying | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed | |
All we like sheep have gone astray | |
And turned each one to his own way | |
Far from the fold | |
Surely our shepherd died and justified the many | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed |
zuo qu : Harris, King | |
We did not esteem Him | |
We hid our faces from Him | |
As smitten of God | |
Surely our sins He wore | |
The griefs we bore fell upon Him | |
No stately form of majesty | |
That we would see Him lovely | |
Aquainted with grief | |
Surely His Father' s will He did fulfil in dying | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed | |
All we like sheep have gone astray | |
And turned each one to his own way | |
Far from the fold | |
Surely our shepherd died and justified the many | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed |
zuò qǔ : Harris, King | |
We did not esteem Him | |
We hid our faces from Him | |
As smitten of God | |
Surely our sins He wore | |
The griefs we bore fell upon Him | |
No stately form of majesty | |
That we would see Him lovely | |
Aquainted with grief | |
Surely His Father' s will He did fulfil in dying | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed | |
All we like sheep have gone astray | |
And turned each one to his own way | |
Far from the fold | |
Surely our shepherd died and justified the many | |
He was pierced for our transgressions | |
Forsaken of men | |
Cut off from the land of living | |
He knew no sin | |
And when like a lamb that was led to slaughter | |
He was silent | |
And by His wounds we are healed |