Hast thou no scar? Hast thou no wound? No wound, no scar? - Amy Carmichael
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spend,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And, pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Hast thou no wound? No wound, no scar? - Amy Carmichael
No wound, no scar? - Amy Carmichael
- Amy Carmichael