Classic Poem

Hymns For Good Friday - Part 2

O SAD long-suffering Face,
How can I look and live!
O pierced hands outstretched to save!
O Voice that cries " Forgive " !

" Forgive, " though crowned with thorns,
And mocked with many a jeer;
" Forgive, " though tortured by the nails
And wounded by the spear.

O crimson tide of love
Outgushing from His side,
Flow down and wash the guilty earth
Where He is still denied!

In penitence my soul
Takes up that cry, " Forgive; "
Flow down and wash away my sins,
That I may look and live.English