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	WHEN wounded sore, the stricken soul    Lies bleeding and unbound, One hand alone, a piercèd hand,     Can salve the sinner’s wound.
2	When conscience rends the burdened heart     And tears of sorrow flow, One heart alone, a broken heart,     Can feel the sinner’s woe.
3	When deep remorse has wept in vain     Ashamed of some foul sin, One stream alone, a stream of blood,     Can wash away the stain.
4	’Tis Jesus’ blood that purges guilt,     His power shall bring relief; The Lord, alone, offence removes,     And takes away our grief.
5	Uplift Thy pardoning hand, O Lord,     Unseal Thy cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin,     But in Thy wounded side.
	Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-95‡