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O Bleeding Head, and wounded
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #74 (1893) Meter: 7.6 Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book 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
O Bleeding Head, and wounded
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #201 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book 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
O Bleeding Head, and wounded
O! bleeding Head, and wounded
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #71 (1880) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal 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
O! bleeding Head, and wounded
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a71 (1895) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. 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
O bleeding Head and wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #71 (1908) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal 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
