What Are These Wounds, So Deep, So Wide?

What are these wounds

so deep

so wide

That in Thy sac­red hands ap­pear?

By My own na­tion cru­ci­fied

By My own friends I suf­fer here:

My house­hold foes

who bear My name

Have nailed Me to this shame­ful tree;

And eve­ry day I wound­ed am

Thou poor

back­slid­ing soul—by thee!