My sins laid open to the rod
The back which from the law was free
And the Eternal Son of God
Received the stripes once due to me
No beam was in His eye, nor mote
Nor laid to Him was any blame!
And yet His checks for me were smote
The cheeks that never blushed for shame
I pierced those sacred hands and feet
That never touched or walked in sin
I broke the heart that only beat
The souls of sinful men to win
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That sponge of vinegar and gall
Was placed by me upoin His tongue
And when derision mocked His call
I stood that mocking crowd among
And yet His blood was shed for me
To be of sin the double cure
And balm there flows from Calvary's tree
That heals my guilt and makes me pure
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