✰ WHEN WHEN wounded sore the stricken soul 3 When penitence has wept in vain Lies bleeding and unbound, cr One only hand, a piercèd hand, Can salve the sinner's wound. mf Over some foul dark spot, cr One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. mf 4 I bring my grief to Thee, I bring the sorrow laid on me, The joys Thy love hath given, I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee, mf 6 My life I bring to Thee, f My heart, my life, my all I bring mf WE praise and bless Thee, gracious 4 But yet how much must be destroyed, Lord, Our Saviour kind and true, For all the old things passed away, For all Thou hast made new. 2 The old security is gone In which so long we lay; cr The sleep of death Thou hast dispelled, The darkness rolled away. f 3 New hopes, new purposes, desires, And joys, Thy grace has given; Old ties are broken from the earth, New ones attach to heaven. How much renewed must be, Ere we can fully stand complete In likeness, Lord, to Thee! mf 5 Thou, only Thou, must carry on Of Thine own strength Thou must impart, f 6 So shall we faultless stand at last |