|Text:||O Sacred Head, Now Wounded|
|Translator:||James Waddell Alexander|
|Composer:||Hans Leo Hassler|
1 O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns your only crown.
O sacred head, what glory
and blessing you have known!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I claim you as my own.
2 My Lord, what you did suffer
was all for sinner's gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
So here I kneel, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
look on me with thy favor
and save me by your grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest friend,
for this, your dying sorrow,
your mercy without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
a loyal servant true,
and let me never, never
outlive my love to you.
|First Line:||O sacred head, now wounded|
|Title:||O Sacred Head, Now Wounded|
|Translator:||Paul Gerhardt (1656)|
|Translator:||James Waddell Alexander (1830, alt.)|
|Topic:||Holy Week; Christ--Sacrifice of; Christian year--Holy Week(1 more...)|
|Composer:||Hans Leo Hassler (1601)|
|Source:||C. Gregor Choralbuch (1784); Popular Melody|
|Notes:||151 A in 1891 Offices of Worship and Hymns|