Christ My Song - 2189
When, wounded sore, the stricken soul
(Cecil Frances Alexander/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
When, wounded sore, the stricken soul.
2. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
and tears of anguish flow,
one only heart, a broken heart,
can feel the sinner's woe.
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,
his hand that brings relief;
his heart that's touched with all our joys,
and feeleth for our grief.
5. Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
unseal that cleansing tide:
we have no shelter from our sin
but in thy wounded side.
Cecil Frances Alexander, in: Philip Schaff: Christ in Song, 1870, 174-175.