Like sheep we went astray,

And broke the fold of God;

Each wandering in a different way,

But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour

When God our wanderings laid,

And did at once his vengeance pour

Upon the Shepherd’s head.

3 How glorious was the grace

When Christ sustained the stroke!

His life and blood the Shepherd pays,

A ransom for the flock.

4 But God hath raised his head

O’er all the sons of men,

And made him see a numerous seed

To recompense his pain.