Hymn: Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
- Title: Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
- First Line: Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
- Hymnal: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America
- Denomination: (Protestant) Episcopal Church
- Publisher: Remsen & Haffelfinger
- Publication Date: 1871
Author(s)
- Author Name: Henry Williams Baker
- Born: 1821
- Died: 1877
- Gender: M
- Author Name: John Chandler
- Born: 1806
- Died: 1876
- Gender: M
Full Text
1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Tell in sweet and mournful strain, How the Crucified enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of His love was offered, Sinless was for sinners slain. 2 Scourged with unrelenting fury, For the sins which we deplore, By His livid Stripes He heals us, Raising us to fall no more; All our bruises gently soothing, Binding up the bleeding sore. 3 See! His Hands and Feet are fastened; So He makes His people free; Not a wound whence Blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be; Yea the very nails which nail Him Nail us also to the Tree. 4 Through His Heart the spear is piercing, Though His foes have seen Him die; Blood and Water thence are streaming In a tide of mystery, Water from our guilt to cleanse us, Blood to win us crowns on high. 5 Jesu, may those precious Fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford: Let them be our Cup and Healing, And at length our full Reward; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee its redeeming Lord.