O Wounded Hands and Feet!
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O Wounded hands and feet!

O heart, with spear-thrust torn!

O brow, with blood-drops falling down,

Beneath the piercing thorn!

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

The angels were amazed,

The sun refused his light,

And they who knew that Christ was God,

Turned from the woeful sight;

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

My soul, canst thou not tell

Why such a sacrifice?

Hast thou no needs for which the Cross

Alone can find supplies?

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

For thee the Cross was reared;

For thee the Christ was slain;

For thee He sojourned with the dead,

And rose to life again;

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Thus was the anguish Thine.

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