The Saviour is bending above thee,
To hear what thy spirit will say,
To the tender embrace
Of His mercy and grace
Will the answer be "Yea, Lord," or "Nay."
"I died for thee," sweetly He whispers,
"See here are the wounds in My hands,"
Thy finger bring near
And touch without fear
The nail-prints as o'er thee He stands.
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