The Hymnal ‎#151

151. O sacred Head, now wounded

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 Saviour!
'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.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
• Translator (into German): Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1656)
• Translator (from the German): Rev. James W. Alexander (1830)
• Author (ascribed to): Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)
• Meter: 7. 6. 7. 6. D.
• Publication Date: 1950
• Topic: Jesus Christ the Lord: His Passion; Christ: Passion, His; Good Friday; Lent

Tune Information

• Name: PASSION CHORALE
• Composer: Hans Leo Hassler (1601)
• Harmonizer: Johann S. Bach (1729)
• Meter: 7. 6. 7. 6. D.
• Key: a minor