The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes ‎#237

237. O sacred Head now wounded

1 O sacred Head now wounded,
With grief and shame weigh'd down;
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns thy 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 O noblest brow and dearest,
In other days the world
All fear'd when Thou appearedst;
What shame on thee is hurl'd;
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn.

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.

4 If I, a wretch, should leave Thee,
O Jesus, leave not me;
In faith may I receive Thee,
When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By thine own wounded heart.

5 Be near when I am dying
O, show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely--through Thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: O sacred Head now wounded
• Publication Date: 1865
• Notes: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: CRUCIFIX
• Meter: 7s & 6s
• Key: E♭ Major
• Source: From "Psalmista," by permission