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He was wounded for our transgressions
 He bore our sins in His body on the tree
 For our guilt He gave us peace
 From our bondage gave release
 And with His stripes, and with His stripes
 And with His stripes our souls are healed
 We had wandered, we all had wandered
 Far from the fold of the Shepherd of the sheep
 But He sought us where we were
 On the mountains bleak and bare
 And brought us back and brought us back
 And brought us ransomed back to God
 And brought us home and brought us home
 And brought us safely home to God
Written by: Merrill E. Dunlop, Thomas O. Chisholm
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