1 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 sustain'd the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock.
4 His honour and his breath Were taken both away; Join'd with the wicked in his death, And made as vile as they.
5 But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed To recompense his pain.
6 "I'll give him, (saith the Lord) "A portion with the strong; "He shall possess a large reward, "And hold his honours long."