He grew up like a tender plant

He grew up like a tender plant—

The Son of God

And like a root out of dry ground—

No attracting form

Nor majesty.

He alone bore the sin of man

To save me

And poured out His life unto death;

The Lamb of God

Oh Jesus Christ!

Surely He has borne our sicknesses

And carried our sorrows.

He made Himself an offering

An offering for sin.

He was crushed because of our iniquities

And by His stripes we’ve been healed.

He will see the fruit of the travail of His soul.

The righteous One will make the many righteous.