1 O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down;
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred head, what glory,
what bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered
was all for sinners’ gain:
mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
’Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor,
and grant to me thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.
|First Line:||O sacred head, now wounded|
|Title:||O Sacred Head, Now Wounded|
|Translator:||James Waddell Alexander (1830, alt.)|
|Scripture:||Isaiah 53:3-5; Isaiah 63:9; Zechariah 12:10; Matthew 27:26-50; Mark 15:17-18; Luke 24:26; John 19:2-3; Romans 5:6-8; 2 Corinthians 5:14-15; Philippians 2:8; Hebrews 2:9; 1 Peter 2:24; 1 Peter 3:18; 1 John 4:19|
|Topic:||Atonement; Christian Year: Palm Sunday; Christian Year: Maundy Thursday7 more...|
|Source:||Latin, 12th or 13th cent.|
|Composer:||Hans Leo Hassler (1601)|
|Harmonizer:||Johann Sebastian Bach (1729)|
This poignant hymn originated in a series of Holy Week meditations focused on the parts of Christ’s crucified body: feet, knees, hands, side, breast, heart, face. First joined to secular words, this chorale melody has appeared with this text since the mid-17th century.
|Audio recording:||Audio (MP3)|