All we like sheep
have gone our own way,
and distanced ourselves
from our only help.
One righteous man,
God’s perfect plan,
to pay for our guilt,
tear down what we’ve built.

Seeing His face,
nothing would catch you at all.
The world that He loved,
despised him,
this man of sorrows.

First He’s betrayed, then taken away,
his friends turn their backs
and hang by their necks.
Silent He goes, as one one who knows,
despite any plea, the verdict will be:
‘Guilty as charged!
Now, beat him till no one can tell...
Who He once was,
then hang up His body with nails!’

Surely up there,
our sorrow He bears,
see how He shakes,
life slowly escapes,
the King is crushed,
collapsing His lungs,
showering the nations in blood.
Yet this is the way
His Father has chosen to pay.
One righteous Man
has many more righteous men made.