Ulysses Phillips V1 C V2 C V3 C [V1] I have read in His word how the blessed Savior came To this world, and He died on the tree; There my Savior and Lord, yes, my Prophet, Priest, and King— He was bruised and was wounded for me. [C] He was wounded for me, He was wounded for me, Christ the Savior was wounded for me; For my sins and transgressions, O my Lord, this my plea, That Jesus, my Savior, was wounded for me. [V2] Oh, my soul, stand in awe, see what anguish He has borne, In the garden alone, all for thee; There was nothing of earth for thy sins that could atone, Then He died, yes, He died there for me. [V3] Now I bow at His feet, and the story I repeat, Of His love that has reached even me; I will praise His great name, and shall never cease to sing, That my Savior was wounded for me.