1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
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.
|First Line:||O sacred Head, now wounded|
|Title:||O Sacred Head, Now Wounded|
|Translator:||James W. Alexander|
|Topic:||Jesus, Our Love for Him; Jesus, Savior|
|Source:||Medieval Latin poem (based on)|
|Composer:||Hans Leo Hassler|
|Harmonizer:||Johann Sebastian Bach|
|Arranger (last stanza setting):||Russell Mauldin|
|Copyright:||Arr. © Copyright 2008 Van Ness Press, Inc. (ASCAP) (admin. by LifeWay Worship). All rights reserved.|
|O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED (Evangelical Lutheran Worship 2006 - 351)|
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