The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1571.
[What are these wounds, so deep, so wide]
What are these wounds in Thine hands? &c.
—xiii. 6.
What are these wounds, so deep, so wide,
That in Thy sacred hands appear?
By My own nation crucified,
By My own friends I suffer here:
My household foes, who bear My name,
Have nail'd Me to this shameful tree;
And every day I wounded am,
Thou poor, backsliding soul,—by thee!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||