98. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

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,
Vouchsafe 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.

Text Information
First Line: O sacred head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author (attr.): Bernard of Clairvaux
Translator: James W. Alexander (1830)
Meter: 7.6.7.6 D
Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5; John 19:1-5
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: PASSION CHORALE
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler (1601)
Harmonizer: J. S. Bach (1729)
Meter: 7.6.7.6 D
Key: a minor



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