The Wounds of Christ

1 Dark shadows were falling,
My spirit appalling,
For hid in my heart sin’s deep crimson stains lay;
And when I was weeping,
The past o’er me creeping,
I heard of the blood which can wash sin away.

Refrain:
The wounds of Christ are open,
Sinner, they were made for thee;
The wounds of Christ are open,
There for refuge flee.

2 It soothes all life’s sorrows,
It smooths all its furrows,
It binds up the wounds which transgression has made;
It turns night to morning,
So truly adorning
The spirit with joy when all other lights fade.

3 Come, cast in thy sorrow,
Wait not till tomorrow,
Life’s evening is closing, the death-bell will toll;
His blood for thee streaming,
His grace so redeeming,
His love intervening will pardon thy soul.


Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #237