I

O wounded hands and feet!

O heart, with spear thrust torn!

O brow, with blood drops falling down,

Beneath the stinging thorn!

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

II

The angels were amazed,

The sun refused his light,

And they who knew that Christ was God,

Turned from the woeful sight;—

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

III

My soul, can’st thou not tell?

Why such a sacrifice?

Hast thou no needs, for which alone

The cross can find supplies?

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Why was such anguish Thine?

IV

For thee the cross was reared;

For thee the Christ was slain;

For thee He sojourned with the dead,

And rose to life again;—

O Jesus, Lord divine,

Thus was the anguish Thine.