WHEN wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One hand alone, a piercèd hand, Can salve the sinner’s wound.
When conscience rends the burdened heart And tears of sorrow flow, One heart alone, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner’s woe.
When deep remorse has wept in vain Ashamed of some foul sin, One stream alone, a stream of blood, Can wash away the stain.
’Tis Jesus’ blood that purges guilt, His power shall bring relief; The Lord, alone, offence removes, And takes away our grief.
Uplift Thy pardoning hand, O Lord, Unseal Thy cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin, But in Thy wounded side.
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-95‡