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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Hymns and Sacred Poems. II. Touched with a Feeling of Our Infirmities

Cecil Frances Alexander (1823–1895)

WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken soul

Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a piercèd hand,

Can salve the sinner’s wound.

When sorrow swells the laden breast,

And tears of anguish flow,

One only heart, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner’s woe.

When penitence has wept in vain,

Over some foul, dark spot,

One only stream, a stream of blood,

Can wash away the blot.

Jesus, Thy blood can wash us white;

Thy hand bring sure relief;

Thy heart is touched with all our joys,

And feeleth for our grief.

Uplift Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,

Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin

But in Thy wounded side.