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O sacred Head, now wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Fellowship Hymns #65 (1910) Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT

O sacred Head, now wounded

Author: Rev. Jas. W. Alexander, D.D. Hymnal: Laudes Domini #155 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Laudes Domini #160 (1890) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Lyrics: 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 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 deserved 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? Lord, make me thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove; Oh, let me never, never, Abuse such dying love. Topics: Sufferings and Death; Christ Crucifixion of; Christ Sufferings of; Christ Crucifixion of; Christ Sufferings of Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT

Confío yo en Cristo

Hymnal: El Himnario para el uso de las Iglesias Evangelicas de Habla Espanola en Todo el Mundo #185 (1931) Languages: Spanish Tune Title: GERHARDT

At the Cross

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Laudes Domini #214 (1888) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Lyrics: 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 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 deserved 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? Lord, make me thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove: Oh, let me never, never, Abuse such dying love. 4 Be near when I am 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--through thy love. Topics: Christ Agony of; Christ Crucifixion of; Christ Sufferings of Scripture: Isaiah 53:4 Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT

"All-Forgiving!"

Author: Ray Palmer Hymnal: Laudes Domini #215 (1888) First Line: Life of the world! I hail thee Lyrics: 1 Life of the world! I hail thee; Hail, Jesus, Saviour dear! I to thy cross could yield me, Might I to thee be near. Thyself, in all thy fullness, My Lord, to me impart: To thee I come as with me, Yea, find thee in my heart. 2 Look on me, All-Forgiving! Low at thy feet I bow: Oh, all-divine thou seemest, As I behold thee now! I clasp with tender passion, Thy feet, so pierced for us, The cruel wombs deep graven, O'erwhelmed to see thee thus! 3 While here with thee I linger, Take me, dear Saviour mine! Oh, draw me to thee closer, And make me wholly thine; Say, "Be thou saved, O sinner!" And gladly at thy call, On thy sure word relying, To thee I give my all. Topics: Christ Agony of; Christ Crucifixion of; Christ Sufferings of Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT

O sacred Head! now wounded

Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #243b (1899) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head! now wounded, With grief and shame bowed 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 call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn; How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? Lord, make me Thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove; Oh, let me never, never Abuse such dying love! 4 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; By faith I would receive Thee; Thy blood can make me free; When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart, Release me then from anguish, By Thine own wounded heart. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GERHARDT