Author: Claude de Santeüil Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Appears in 43 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell in sweet and mournful strain
How the Crucified, enduring
Grief, and wounds, and dying pain,
Freely of His love was offered,
Sinless, was for sinners slain.
2 Scourged with unrelenting fury
For the sins which we deplore,
By His livid stripes He heals us,
Raising us to fall no more;
All our bruises gently soothing,
Binding up the bleeding sore.
3 See! His hands and feet are fastened;
So He makes His people free;
Not a wound whence blood is flowing
But a fount of grace shall be:
Yea, the very nails which nail Him
Nail us also to the tree.
4 Through His heart the spear is piercing,
Though His foes have seen Him die;
Blood and water thence are streaming
In a tide of mystery;
Water, from our guilt to cleanse us,
Blood, to win us crowns on high.
5 Jesus, may those precious fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford:
Let them be our present healing,
And at length our great reward;
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord.
Amen. Topics: Church Year Holy Week; Good Friday; Blood of Christ; Names and Office of Christ Crucified; Names and Office of Christ Fount of Grace; Names and Office of Christ Savior; Names and Office of Christ Substitute; Forgiveness Prayer for; Sin Forgiveness of Scripture: Matthew 26:67-68 Used With Tune: REQUIEM
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