Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land.
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die, and rent
By ravenging beasts that compassed Me, I swooned;
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No Scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And piercèd are the feet that follow Me
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has no wound or scar?
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