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O sacred head, sore wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #90b (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendour
The hosts of heaven adore.
2 *Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
Hath vanished from our sight;
Thy power is all expirèd,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
Hide not so far thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of thy face.
3 *I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
Me, Shepherd good, for thine;
Who to thy fold hast won me,
And fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
Incline thy face to me,
This comfort that I lose not,
On earth to comfort thee.
4 In thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry,
With thee for my salvation
Upon the Cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus movèd
To stand thy Cross beneath,
To mourn thee, well-belovèd,
Yet thank thee for thy death.
5 My days are few, O fail not,
With thine immortal power,
To hold me that I quail not
In death's most fearful hour:
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended
Upon the Cross of life. Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred head, sore wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded
Hymnal: Christian Hymns #232 (1898) Meter: 7.6 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 I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigor
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
Oh, turn Thy face on me.
3 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.
4 In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
5 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide:
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
6 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!
7 And when I am departing,
Oh, part Thou not from me!
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe,
Release me from mine anguish,
By Thine own pain and woe!
8 Be Thou my consolation
And shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion,
When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee:
Who dieth thus, dies well.
Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion; Christ Light; Gratitude to God and Christ; Sickness, Death, and Burial Languages: English Tune Title: O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED
O sacred Head, now wounded
O Jesus, our salvation
Author: James Hamilton Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #AIII (1913) Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, our salvation,
Low at Thy cross we lie:
Lord, in Thy great compassion,
Hear our bewailing cry.
We come to Thee with mourning,
We come to Thee in woe;
With contrite hearts returning,
And tears that overflow.
2 O gracious Intercessor!
O Priest within the veil,
Please for each lost transgressor
The blood that cannot fail.
We spread our sins before Thee,
We tell them one by one:
O, for Thy name's great glory,
Forgive all we have done.
3 O, by Thy cross and passion,
Thy tears and agony,
And crown of cruel fashion,
And death on Calvary;
By all that untold suffering,
Endured by Thee alone;
O Priest, O spotless Offering,
Plead, for Thou didst atone!
4 And in these hearts now broken
Re-enter Thou and reign,
And say, by that dear token,
We are absolved again.
And build us up, and guide us,
And guard us day by day;
And in Thy presence hide us,
And take our sins away. Tune Title: [O Jesus, our salvation]
O Jesus, our salvation
O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden
Author: Paulus Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: Cantate Domino #23 (1960) Lyrics: GERMAN -
1 O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden,
Voll Schmerz und voller Hohn,
O Haupt, zum Spott gebunden
Mit einer Dornenkron,
O Haupt sonst schön gezieret
Mit höchster Ehr und Zier,
Jetzt aber hoch schimpfieret,
Gegrüsset seist du mir!
2 Nun, was du, Herr, erduldet,
Ist alles meine Last,
Ich, ich hab es verschuldet,
Was du getragen hast.
Schau her! hier steh ich Armer,
Der Zorn verdienet hat.
Gib mir, o mein Erbarmer,
Den Anblick deiner Gnad!
3 Ich danke dir von Herzen,
O Jesu, liebster Freund,
Für deines Todesschmerzen,
Da du’s so gut gemeint.
Ach gib, dass ich mich halte
Zu dir und deiner Treu,
Und, wenn ich nun[11] erkalte,
In dir mein Ende sei.
4 Erscheine mir zum Schilde,
Zum Trost in meinem Tod,
Und lass mich seh'n dein Bilde
In deiner Kreuzesnot.
Da will ich nach dir blicken,
Da will ich glaubensvoll
Fest an mein Herz dich drücken:
Wer so stirbt, der stirbt wohl.
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FRENCH -
1 Chef couvert de blessures,
Meurtri pur nous pécheurs,
Chef accablé d’injures,
D’opprobres, de douleurs,
Des splendeurs éternelles
Naguère environné,
C’est d’épines cruelles
Qu’on te voit couronné.
2 C’est ainsi que tu paies
Le prix de ma rançon.
Tes langueurs et tes plaies,
Voilà ma guérison.
Mon âme criminelle
Est à tes pieds, Seigneur;
Daigne jeter sur elle
Un regard de faveur.
3 Au sein de ma misère,
Sauvé par ton amour,
Pour toi que puis-je faire?
Que t’offrir en retour?
Ah! du moins, Dieu suprême,
Prends à jamais mon cœur:
Qu’il te serve et qu’il t’aime,
Plein d’une sainte ardeur.
4 A mon heure suprême
Ne m'abandonne pas.
Viens alors, viens toi-mème
Me prendre dans tes bras.
Au fort de l'agonie,
Me serrant sur ton cœur,
Ouvre-moi la Patrie
Et l'eternel bonheur.
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ENGLISH -
1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn:
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars Thy grandeur?
Can death Thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendour
The hosts of heav'n adore.
2 Thy beauty, long desirèd,
Hath vanished from our sight;
Thy power is all expirèd,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom Thou diest,
Hide not so far Thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of Thy face.
3 In Thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry.
With Thee for my salvation
Upon the Cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus movèd
To stand Thy cross beneath,
To mourn Thee, well-belovèd,
Yet thank Thee for Thy death.
4 My days are few, O fail not,
With Thine immortal power,
To hold me, that I quail not
In death's most fearful hour:
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me Thine arms extended
Upon the Cross of life. Topics: Jesus Christ; Jesus-Christ; Jesus Christus; Lent; Fastenzeit; Carême; Penitence; Reue; Humiliation, repentance Languages: English; French; German Tune Title: [O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden]
O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden
O Sacred Head, now wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153) Hymnal: Alleluia #60 (1916) Topics: Atonement; Christ Humiliation of; Christ Passion and Crucifixion of Languages: English Tune Title: [O Sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, now wounded
O Sacred Head, now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. W. Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Concordia #75 (1918) 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 sinner's 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,
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?
O make me Thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.
4 Be near when I am dying,
O 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: Church Festivals Passion and Easter; The Lord's Supper; Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: MIG HJERTELIG NU LÆNGES
O Sacred Head, now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: With Heart and Voice #96 (1989) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, your only crown.
O sacred head, what glory
and blessing you have known!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I claim you as my own.
2 My Lord, what you did suffer
was all for sinners' gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
So here I kneel, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
look on me with your favor
and save me by your grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest Friend,
for this, your dying sorrow,
your mercy without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
a loyal servant true,
and let me never, never
outlive my love for you.
Topics: The Church Year Lent Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head surrounded
Author: St. Bernard; Baker Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #102 (1894) Meter: 7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O Sacred Head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel-hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.
2 I see Thy strength and vigor,
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigor,
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesu, all grace supplying,
Oh, turn Thy face on me.
3 In this, Thy bitter Passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
4 Be near when I am dying;
Oh, show Thy cross to me:
And to 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.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [O Sacred Head surrounded]
O Sacred Head surrounded
O Sacred Head, With Anguish
Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #106 (1927) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, with anguish
And sore distress weigh'd down!
O sacred Head, surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown!
O sacred Head, what honor,
What glory once was Thine!
Yet even now I greet Thee
And gladly call Thee mine.
2 What Thou, O Lord, hast suffer'd
I should myself have borne;
I verily am guilty
Of all Thy grief and scorn.
Behold, here stands a sinner
Who naught deserves but woe:
Do Thou, O my Redeemer,
On me Thy grace bestow.
3 Here will I stand beside Thee;
O Lord, disdain Thou not
To keep me in Thy presence
Till death shall be Thy lot.
When in Thy dying moments
Thy noble heart shall break,
Then shall may arms enfold Thee,
Though all Thy cross forsake.
4 My Shepherd and my Guardian,
Pray, know me as Thine own;
Thou, Fount of every blessing,
Great love to me hast shown,
Thy lips have often fed me
With milk and honey sweet;
Thy Spirit oft hath made me
To be with joy replete.
5 With all my heart I thank Thee,
O Jesus, dearest Friend,
That with Thy dying anguish
Thou all my woes wouldst end,
O keep me ever faithful,
Depending on Thy grace,
That I, in Thee departing,
May see Thee face to face. Topics: Passion and Easter Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, with anguish]
O Sacred Head, With Anguish
O sacred Head, now wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; James Waddell Alexander Hymnal: The Mennonite Hymnal #159 (1969) Topics: Jesus Christ Passion Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN
O sacred Head, now wounded
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