1  Hast thou no scar?

    No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?

    I hear thee sung throughout the land,

    I hear them hail thy shining star,

    Hast thou no scar? No scar?

 2  Hast thou no wound?

    Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,

    Leaned Me against a tree; and rent

    By ravening beasts 'round Me, I swooned:

    Hast thou no wound? No wound?

 3  No wound? No scar?

    Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,

    And pierced the feet that follow Me;

    But whole? Can he have followed far

    Who has no wound nor scar?