226. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, your only crown,
How pale you are with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does your visage languish
which once was bright as morn!

2 What you, dear Savior, suffered
was all for sinner's gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
Look on me with your favor,
O grant to me your grace.

3 What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest friend;
For this your dying sorrow,
your pity without end?
May I be yours forever;
and though my days be few,
O Savior, let me never
out-live my love for you!

Text Information
First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Paraphraser (German): Paul Gerhardt (1656)
Translator (into English): James W. Alexander (1830, alt.)
Author (attributed to): Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153
Publication Date: 1995
Scripture: ;
Topic: Confession of Sin; Good Friday; Holy Week (6 more...)
Source: Medieval Latin
Language: English
Notes: For another harmonization, see 179
Tune Information
Composer (attributed to): Hans Leo Hassler (1601)
Harmonizer: J. S. Bach (1729)
Key: a minor

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