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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.

Take us now into Thy loving care, forgive all our evils, quicken and strengthen in us any little spark of good, and bring it to a flame. Hast Thou not promised that Thou wilt not quench the dimly burning wick? We pray Thee to tend the fire in our hearts, and help us not to quench it. We pray Thee to hear us, and in Thy mercy to accept us, through Jesus Christ our Lord.