O Jesus, bruised and wounded more

Verse 1

O Jesus, bruised and wounded more Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat, The Life of life within our souls, The Cup of our salvation sweet!

Verse 2

We come to show Thy dying hour, Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh; And still the blood is warm to save. And still the fragrant wounds are fresh.

Verse 3

O Heart! that with a double tide Of blood and water maketh pure, O Flesh! once offered on the cross, The gift that makes our pardon sure;

Verse 4

Let never more our sinful souls The anguish of Thy cross renew; Nor forge again the cruel nails That pierced Thy victim body through.

Verse 5

Come, Bread of heaven, to feed our souls. And with Thee, Jesus enter in! Come, Wine of God! and as we drink, His precious blood wash out our sin!