Great Revival Hymns ‎#179

179. O Sacred Head

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.
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 resume Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

2 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!
Be near me when I’m dying;
O show Thy cross to me;
And, for my rescue flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.

O show Thy cross to me;
Come, Lord and set me free!
These eyes, now faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
• Title: O Sacred Head
• Author: Paul Gerhardt
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1911

Tune Information

• Name: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
• Arranger: Chas. H. Gabriel