By His wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Words: William G. J. Ovens (1869–1945) & Gladys W. Roberts (1888–1983) (verses 2–5). These words were inspired when, after World War I, Ovens saw a wounded veteran limping past him on the street, and he thought,
He was wounded for me.
If you know where to get a good photo of Roberts (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), or a better one of Ovens) would you ?
Wounded for me, wounded for me,
There on the cross He was wounded for me;
Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,
All because Jesus was wounded for me.
Dying for me, dying for me,
There on the cross He was dying for me;
Now in His death my redemption I see,
All because Jesus was dying for me.
Risen for me, risen for me,
Up from the grave He has risen for me;
Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,
All because Jesus has risen for me.
Living for me, living for me,
Up in the skies He is living for me;
Daily He’s pleading and praying for me,
All because Jesus is living for me.
Coming for me, coming for me,
One day to earth He is coming for me;
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,
O how I praise Him—He’s coming for me!