LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Cecil Frances (Humphreys) Alexander
| | Transl/Adapt: |
| | Dates: | 1858
| | Bible Refs: | Jn 6:68
| Anglican Hymn Book 1965
| 1965
| 140
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1919
| 1919
| 586
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1960
| 1960
| 97
| Church Hymnal Revised
| 1920
| 89
| Hymnal Comp to Book of Common Prayer
| 1890
| 150
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Revised
| 1950
| 88
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Standard
| 1922
| 183
| The Book of Common Praise
| 1908
| 113
| The Book of Common Praise - Revised
| 1938
| 117
| The Church Hymnal for the Christian Year
| 1917
| 252
| The Hymnal 1916
| 1916
| 138
| Universal Hymn Book
| 1885
| 251
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MUSIC
 Baptist Hymn Book
| 253
| D
| Hymns of Faith
| 173
| D
| Hymns of Faith
| 295
| D
| Hymns and Psalms with SA Sup.
| 134
| D
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Standard
| 112
| D
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 535
| E
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 408
| Eb
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 949
| Eb
| Believers Hymn Book
| 146
| Eb
| Believers Hymn Book
| 173
| Eb
| Believers Hymn Book
| 316
| Eb
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Standard
| 183
| Eb
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| 1. When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a piercèd hand,
Can salve the sinner’s wound.
2. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner’s woe.
3. When penitential grief has wept
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
4. ’Tis Jesus’ blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that’s touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.
5. Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
6. **alt veses
7. When wounded sore, the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound:
One hand alone, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.
8. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One heart alone, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
9. '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.
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