Our Healing

Rest
When wounded
sore the
stricken soul
lies bleeding
and unbound
One only hand,
a wounded
hand can heal
the sinners
wound.
When sorrow
swells the
laden heart
and tears of
anguish flow
 One only
heart, a
wounded heart
can soothe the
sinners woe.
 When
penitence has
wept in vain
In some dark
hidden spot
 One only
stream, a
stream of
blood can
wash away the
blot
 Tis Jesus
blood that
washes white
this hand that
brings relief;
 This heart
thats touched
with all our
joys and feel
all our grief
 Lift up Lord,
Your wounded
hand, unseal
that cleansing
tide;
 We have no
shelter from
our sin
but in Your
wounded side
 In you alone
are we at
home from us
never depart
 Our
brokenness
finds healing
rest in Your
Sacred Heart.