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O bleeding Head, and wounded

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymns of the Evangelical Lutheran Church #11 (1886) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding Head, and wounded, and full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded with cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory and heavenly majesty, but now despised and gory; yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus loses Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression, Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 O Saviour, do not chide me! From Thee I will not part; Here I will stand beside Thee, When breaks Thy loving heart; When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my Life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield, when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Church Year Languages: English Tune Title: [O bleeding Head, and wounded]

O bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: The Selah Song Book (Das Sela Gesangbuch) (2nd ed) #460a (1926) Languages: English Tune Title: [O bleeding Head, and wounded]

O! bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a71 (1895) Lyrics: 1 O! bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn; O Head! before adorned With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scorned, All hail I bid to Thee! 2 They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy color faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Death’s might hath all things taken, Hath robbed Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. 4 O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earned it--for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Savior! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. 5 My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give, Thy lips have often given Me milk and sweetest food, And many a taste of heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow’d. 6 O do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguished heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death’s last fatal grasp Thy head, e’en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsafed me at Thy cross My spirit to deliver, How blessed were my loss! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. 9 When hence I must betake me And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet; When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. 10 Be Thou my consolation And shield, when I must die, Let me behold Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh; My dim eyes then shall see Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English

O bleeding head, and wounded

Author: Bernhard of Chairvaux; P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymn Book #21 (1884) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now abused and gory, Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 O face of noble features, Before which worlds did bow Once dreaded by all creatures, Men spit upon Thee now! Whence is this deathlike whiteness? Whose ruthless hand has quelled Thine eyes' celestial brightness, Which earthly lights excelled? 3 Thy cheeks' bright hue is vanished, Thy rosy lips' sweet breath Has fled now; all has banished the strong hand of pale Death, Who has with cruel rigor Bereft Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, dearest Saviour, Hast thus Thou borne for me, My sinful misbehaviour Has caused Thine agony. Lo! I am the transgressor Whom curse and wrath behoove: Grant me, my intercessor, A single glance of love! 5 My Guardian, do receive me? My Shepherd, own me Thine! What blessings didst Thou give me, O Source of gifts divine! How oft Thy mouth has fed me With milk and sweetest food! How oft Thy Spirit led me To stores of heavenly good! 6 Near Thee I'll stand forever, Oh, do not drive me back! Lord, I will leave Thee never; Yea, when Thy heart doth break And when Thy head doth languish In death’s last fatal grasp, Then in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 It fills my heart with gladness. Gives joy unto my mind, When in Thy pain and sadness, My Saviour, me I find. Ah well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my Life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 My heart its thanks if off'ring To Thee, O dearest friend, For by Thy death and suff'ring My good Thou didst intend. Ah! grant that I may ever Be true to Thee in faith; When soul and body sever, In Thee may be my death. 9 O Lord, do Thou not leave me, When I this world must leave, But Thy support do give me, When my last sigh I heave; When soul and body languish In death's last agony, Then take away mine anguish By Thine on Calvary. 10 Be Thou my consolation And shield, when I must die, Let me behold Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh; My dim eyes then shall see Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Passion Languages: English

O bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: Hymnal and Prayer Book #21 (1918) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! 3 My burden, in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 4 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! Languages: English

O! bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #71 (1880) Lyrics: 1 O! bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn; O Head! before adorned With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scorned, All hail I bid to Thee! 2 They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy color faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Death’s might hath all things taken, Hath robbed Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. 4 O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earned it--for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Savior! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. 5 My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give, Thy lips have often given Me milk and sweetest food, And many a taste of heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow’d. 6 O do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguished heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death’s last fatal grasp Thy head, e’en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsafed me at Thy cross My spirit to deliver, How blessed were my loss! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. 9 When hence I must betake me And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet; When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. 10 Be Thou my consolation And shield, when I must die, Let me behold Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh; My dim eyes then shall see Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English

O bleeding Head and wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #71 (1908) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn; O Head! before adorned With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scorned, All hail I bid to Thee! 2 They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy color faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Death’s might hath all things taken, Hath robbed Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. 4 O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earned it--for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Savior! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. 5 My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give, Thy lips have often given Me milk and sweetest food, And many a taste of heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow’d. 6 O do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguished heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death’s last fatal grasp Thy head, e’en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsafed me at Thy cross My spirit to deliver, How blessed were my loss! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. 9 When hence I must betake me And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet; When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. 10 Be Thou my consolation And shield, when I must die; Let me behold Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh; My dim eyes then shall see Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English Tune Title: HASSLER (Herzlich tut mich verlangen)

O Bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #74 (1893) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 O BLEEDING Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does thy visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus losest Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression, Which brought this woe on Thee, I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Saviour, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart; When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Passion Languages: English

O bleeding Head, and wounded

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services #88 (1911) Lyrics: 1. O BLEEDING Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2. Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! 3. My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 4. My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 5. Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 6. When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 7. Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Lent Languages: English

O Bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #201 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Lyrics: 1 O Bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus losest Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English