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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1019-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 733 hymnals Lyrics: 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 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
4 What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me Thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee. Topics: The Celebration of the Gospel Story Good Friday; Christian Year Passion/Palm Sunday; Christian Year Good Friday; Cross; Cross of Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ Crucifixion; Death of Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ Redemptive work Used With Tune: REDDING
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded
Author: Paulus Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert S. Bridges, 1844-1930; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 24 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn:
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn;
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflow'r?
O countenance whose splendor
The hosts of heav'n adore!
2 Thy beauty, long desired,
Hath vanished from our sight:
Thy pow'r is all expired,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
Hide not so far thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of thy face.
3 In thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry.
With thee for my salvation
Upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
To stand thy cross beneath,
To mourn thee, well-beloved,
Yet thank thee for thy death.
4 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for thee.
5 My days are few, O fail not,
With thine immortal pow'r,
To hold me that I quail not
In death's most fearful hour:
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended
Upon the cross of life. Topics: Palm Sunday of the Passion of the Lord; Good Friday; Burdens; Courage; Cross; Lament; Love for Jesus Christ; Mercy, Forgiveness; Paschal Mystery; Salvation; Sickness; Suffering; Worship and Adoration Scripture: Matthew 20:19 Used With Tune: REDDING
O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded
