1 When wounded sore the stricken heart
lies bleeding and unbound,
one only hand, a piercèd hand,
can salve the sinner's wound.

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 penitential grief has wept
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 is touched with all our joys,
and feels for all 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.