1 O Jesus, bruised and wounded more
Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat,
The Life of life within our souls,
The Cup of our salvation sweet!
2 We come to show Thy dying hour,
Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh;
And still the blood is warm to save.
And still the fragrant wounds are fresh.
3 O Heart! that with a double tide
Of blood and water maketh pure,
O Flesh! once offered on the cross,
The gift that makes our pardon sure;
4 Let never more our sinful souls
The anguish of Thy cross renew;
Nor forge again the cruel nails
That pierced Thy victim body through.
5 Come, Bread of heaven, to feed our souls.
And with Thee, Jesus enter in!
Come, Wine of God! and as we drink,
His precious blood wash out our sin!
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First Line: | O Jesus, bruised and wounded more |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Catechism |