1 The wounds which Jesus once endured
Were stigmas of His shame;
But now they have for Him procured
An everlasting name.
2 The nail-prints, and the lance’s scar
The work of hellish spite,
His bright triumphal trophies are,
And badges of His might.
3 "Behold these hands; at My command
Touch them," the Savior cried;
"Reach hither, Thomas, reach thy hand,
And thrust it in My side."
3 Thomas obeyed the Savior’s word,
"My Lord and God," he said;
He owned his master and his Lord,
And to his God he prayed.
4 O mighty Conqueror of the grave!
To Thee be endless praise,
For all the proofs Thy mercy gave
That Thou Thyself didst raise.
5 For with Thee Lord, we upward tend,
With Thee Thy members rise;
In Thine ascension we ascend
To mansions in the skies.
6 Praise for the proofs that we receive
Through Thomas, Lord, from Thee;
He doubted that we might believe,
And never doubtful be.
7 Praise also for the lesson taught
To our fond human love,
When Thou didst raise a woman’s thought
From earth to Heav’n above.
8 Through Thomas we Thy manhood know;
And, through the Magdalene,
We learn to touch, while here below,
Thy deity unseen.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14592
Christopher Wordsworth--nephew of the great lake-poet, William Wordsworth--was born in 1807. He was educated at Winchester, and at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he graduated B.A., with high honours, in 1830; M.A. in 1833; D.D. in 1839. He was elected Fellow of his College in 1830, and public orator of the University in 1836; received Priest's Orders in 1835; head master of Harrow School in 1836; Canon of Westminster Abbey in 1844; Hulsean Lecturer at Cambridge in 1847-48; Vicar of Stanford-in-the-Vale, Berks, in 1850; Archdeacon of Westminster, in 1865; Bishop of Lincoln, in 1868. His writings are numerous, and some of them very valuable. Most of his works are in prose. His "Holy Year; or, Hymns for Sundays, Holidays, and other occ… Go to person page >
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