Hast thou no scar

Hast thou no scar?

No hidden scar on foot

or side

or hand?

I hear thee sung throughout the land

I hear them hail thy shining star

Hast thou no scar? no scar?

Hast thou no wound?

Yet I was wounded by the archers

spent

Leaned Me against a tree; and rent

By ravening beasts ’round Me

I swooned:

Hast thou no wound? no wound?

No wound? no scar?

Yet

as the Master shall the servant be

And pierced the feet that follow Me;

But whole? can he have followed far

Who has no wound nor scar?