Full Lyrics
I see my Jesus crucified,
His wounded hands and feet and side,
His sacred flesh all rent and torn,
His bloody crown of sharpest thorn.
Those cruel nails, I drove them in,
Each time I pierced Him with my sin;
That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove,
When I despised His gracious love.
Then to those feet I'll venture near,
And wash them with a contrite tear,
And ev'ry bleeding wound I see,
I'll think He bore them all for me.
Deep graven on my sinful heart,
Oh, never may that form depart,
That with me always may a bide,
The thought of Jesus crucified.
