Ere it was nailed upon the cross
That gracious hand’s last touch was healing!
And when the lighter wrongs we bear
Rouse in our hearts vindictive fire,
Shall not remembrance of that deed
Thrill on our souls, and calm our ire?
Sweet are the thoughts that wondrous cure
Wrought at Gethsemane may yield us;
We, too, were rebels to our King,
And He, though rebels, touched and healed us.