None so blind
When you were lying, bleeding, dying
Did I walk by in pride?
Did I avert my shameful eyes
And pass on the other side?
When you were hanged on a cross for me
Did I at the time deny?
Through blood filled eyes that could hardly see
You looked your question: Why?
And when at last they laid your head
In a tomb hid from earthly light,
Did I help roll the stone to bury the dead
Lest my conscience quake at the sight?
Then how can I ask you now to forgive
Whilst my guilt is a weight of shame?
Yet I know no more how I might live
Save in your holy name.
