6,6,8,6,6,6 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. |