23. I see my Jesus crucified

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 abide

The thought of Jesus crucified.