The Wounds of Jesus

His Hands were pierced, the Hands that made
The mountain range and everglade;
That washed the stains of sin away
And changed earth’s darkness into day.

His Feet were pierced, the Feet that trod
The farthest shining star of God;
And left their imprint deep and clear
On every winding pathway here.

His Heart was pierced, the Heart that burned
To comfort every heart that yearned!
And from it came a cleansing flood,
The river of redeeming Blood.

His Hands and Feet and Heart, all three
Were pierced for me on Calvary,
And here and now, to Him I bring
My hand, feet, heart, an offering.

—Cecil J. Allen