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Verse 1

When wounded sore, the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound:
One hand alone, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner’s wound.

Verse 2

When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One heart alone, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner’s woe.

Verse 3

’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.

Verse 4

Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.

Verse 1

I hear the Savior say,
Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me thine all in all.

Refrain

Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Verse 2

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

Verse 3

For nothing good have I
Whereby thy grace to claim--
I’ll wash my garment white
In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.

Verse 4

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then “Jesus paid it all”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

Verse 5

And when before the throne
I stand in him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.