When Wounded Sore the Stricken Soul
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858
|When wounded sore the stricken soul|
Lies bleeding and unbound.
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.
2. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
|3. When penitence has wept in vain,|
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
4. 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
|5. Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord;|
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.