He was wounded for my transgressions,
                                        
                                        Acquainted with sorrow was He;
                                        
                                        In the garden He prayed, and sweat great drops of blood,
                                        
                                        To save a poor sinner like me.
                                        
                                        To save a poor sinner,
                                        
                                        To save a poor sinner,
                                        
                                        To save a poor sinner like me.
                                        
                                        In the garden He prayed, and sweat great drops of blood,
                                        
                                        To save a poor sinner like me.