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?

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?

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?