330. O sacred Head, once wounded

1 O sacred Head, once wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down;
Once scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till then 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 Saviour!
'Tis I deserved 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?
Lord, make me thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
O, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!

Text Information
First Line: O sacred Head, once wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: Christ: Sufferings and Death
Tune Information
Name: MEMORIAL
Composer: Unknown
Meter: 7s & 6s, D.
Key: A♭ Major
Notes: Alternate tunes: #492, 246, or 415.



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