235. 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 ccall 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 Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor,
and grant 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.

Text Information
First Line: O sacred head now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author (attributed to): Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th C.
Translator (into German): Paul Gerhardt (1656)
Translator (into English): James W. Alexander (1830)
Publication Date: 1995
Topic: The Service of the Word: Songs of Confession; Praise and Thanksgiving: Songs to Remember the Work of the Son
Language: English
Tune Information
Arranger: J. S. Bach (1729)
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler (1601)
Key: a minor

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