I see my Jesus crucified

Nicola A. Montani

Devoto

1.
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.

2.
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.

3.
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.

4.
Deep graven on my sinful heart,
Oh, never may that form depart,
That with me always may abide
The thought of Jesus crucified.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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