Are there no wounds for me

From Oremus Hymnal

Are there no wounds for me?
Hast thou received them all?
How can I, Lord, the anguish see,
beneath which thou didst fall?

'Tis over now, I know,--
that suffering life of thine;
thy precious blood has ceased to flow,
thou wear'st thy crown divine;

But yet, I weeping see
the thorns which pierced thy head;
thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,
for me to death thou'rt led!

Meekly, with love divine,
thy holy head is bent,
and streams of blood, for sins of mine,
flow where thy side is rent.

Beneath this sacred flood
I bow my sinful soul;
dear Savior, let thy precious blood
wash me and make me whole.