“He committed no sin, neither was deceit found in his mouth.
When he was reviled, he did not revile in return;
when he suffered, he did not threaten,
but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly.
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
that we might die to sin and live to righteousness.
By his wounds you have been healed.”
- 1 Peter 2:22–24
Are There No Wounds for Me?
Are there no wounds for me?
Hast Thou received them all?
How can I, Lord, the anguish see,
Beneath which Thou didst fall!
Shedding such tears for me!
Sweating such drops of blood!
That by Thy stripes my soul might be
Saved from the wrath of God!
’Tis over now, I know,—
That suffering life of Thine;
Thy precious blood has ceased to flow;
Thou wear’st Thy crown divine;
But yet, I weeping see
The thorns which pierced Thy head;
Thou faint’st beneath Thy cross for me,
For me to death Thou’rt led!
Stretched on the cruel tree,
And fastened by my sin,—
Lord, at Thy cross, with shame, I see
How guilty I have been.
Meekly, with love divine,
Thy holy head is bent,
And streams of blood, for sins of mine,
Flow where Thy side is rent.
Beneath this sacred flood
I bow my sinful soul:
Dear Savior, let Thy precious blood
O’er my defilement roll.
- Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, of Brooklyn, NY, April 1868