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