Praise and Worship ‎#67

67. 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, tho' 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?
Oh, make me Thine forever;
And, should i fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.

4 Be near me when I'm dying;
Oh, show thy cross to me;
And, for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely, thro' Thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: O sacred Head now wounded
• Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
• Translator: J. W. Alexander
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1978

Tune Information

• Name: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
• Arranger: Lowell Mason
• Key: a minor