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 ravening wolves that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound'

No wound? no scar'
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who hath no wound nor scar'

- Amy Carmichael

From Toward Jerusalem by Amy Carmichael. Used by permission of the publishers, Society for Promotion of Christian Knowledge, London