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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091 - 1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607 - 1676; James W. Alexander, 1804 - 1859 Hymnal: Hymns of the Saints #262 (1982) Topics: Christ's Passion and Death Scripture: Isaiah 53:5-7 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

Here hangs a man discarded

Author: Brian Wren, b. 1936 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #273 (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:18-31 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859; Rupert E. Davies, 1909-1994 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #280a (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859; Rupert E. Davies, 1909-1994 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #280b (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Anon.; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The United Methodist Hymnal #286 (1989) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Christ's Gracious Life Passion and Death Lyrics: 1. O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! 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, 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. Scripture: Matthew 27:27-31 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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O what precious balm and healing

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; J. Heermann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #297 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Lyrics: 1 O what precious balm and healing, Jesus, in Thy wounds I find! Every hour that I am feeling Pains of body and of mind; Should some evil thought rush in, And provoke my soul to sin, Thoughts of Thy deep wounds, from sinning Keep me in its first beginning. 2 Should some lust or sharp temptation Prove too strong for flesh and blood, Lo! I think upon Thy passion, And the breach is soon made good: Or should Satan press me hard, Thinking I am off my guard, Christ, I say, for me was wounded, And the tempter flees confounded. 3 If the world my heart entices On the broad and easy road, And doth by its gay devices Silence every thought of God, When the heavy load I see Which, dear Lord, was laid on Thee, I can still each wild emotion, Calm and blest in my devotion. 4 Yes, whate'er may pain or grieve me, Thy dear wounds can make me whole; When my heart sinks, they revive me, Life pours in upon my soul: May Thy comfort render sweet Every bitter cup I meet; Thou who by Thy death and passion Hast procured my soul's salvation. 5 Lord, on Thee alone I stay me, Safely hid beneath Thy wing; Death can neither hurt nor slay me, Thy death took away his sting: That I may in Thee have part, Comfort, strengthen, heal my heart; Light, and life, and love bestowing, All from Thy free mercy flowing. 6 Well of life, if Thou art nigh me, Springing deep within my heart, When the last dread hour shall try me, I can feel no inward smart: If I hide myself in Thee, Not a foe can injure me; He shall overcome who hideth In Thy wounds, and there abideth. Tune Title: [O what precious balm and healing]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: James Waddell Alexander Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #300 (1985) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross 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: how art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn, how does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn! 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 assist me by thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this, thy dying sorrow, thy mercy without end? O make me thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to thee. Scripture: Matthew 27:29 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1019-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: One Lord, One Faith, One Baptism #334 (2018) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Christian Year Passion/Palm Sunday 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 Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 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 the cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. 4 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. Scripture: Mark 15:17-18 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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At the Name of Jesus

Author: Caroline Maria Noel Hymnal: Voices United #335 (1996) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Christian Year Passion/Palm Sunday; Palm/Passion Sunday Year A; Palm/Passion Sunday Year B; Palm/Passion Sunday Year C First Line: At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow Lyrics: 1 At the Name of Jesus every knee shall bow, every tongue confess him King of glory now; 'tis our God's great pleasure we should call him Lord, who from the beginning was the mighty Word. 2 Humbled for a season to receive a name from the lips of sinners unto whom he came, faithfully he bore it, spotless to the last, brought it back victorious when from death he passed. 3 Name him, Christians, name him, with love strong as death, but with awe and wonder, and with bated breath; he is God the Saviour, he is Christ the Lord, ever to be worshipped, trusted, and adored. 4 In your hearts enthrone him; there let him subdue all that is not holy, all that is not true; crown him as your Captain in temptation's hour; let his will enfold you in its light and power. 5 Christians, this Lord Jesus shall return again, with his Father's glory, with his angel train; for all wreaths of empire meet upon his brow, and our hearts confess him King of Glory now. Languages: English Tune Title: KING'S WESTON
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Trinity Psalter Hymnal #336 (2018) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Christ Passion and Atoning Death of 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 'til 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 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. Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-7 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

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