Forsaken by His closest friends, treated like a thief
See them draw their weapons; see them draw their swords
See them draw their weapons; they draw their swords
He was taken like a criminal, His innocence among the thieves
Liars, false witnesses, scourged to please the crowd
With each lash the skin is torn Lash upon lash, ripping flesh from the bone
He took our sickness; He took our sorrow By His stripes we are healed