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O sacred Head, now wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; James Waddell Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux, d. 1153 Hymnal: Church Book #176 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy 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 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve Thy place! Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Receive me, my Redeemer; My Shepherd, make me Thine! Of every good the Fountain, Thu at the spring of mine! 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end! O make me Thine for ever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. 5 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; In faith may I receive Thee, When death shall set me free. When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart, Release me then from anguish By Thine own wounded heart. Topics: Good Friday; Lent, Fifth Sunday; Passion Week; Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: O HAUPT VOLL BLUT U. WUNDEN

O sacred Head! now wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #243a (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. Topics: Atonement Sufficient; Christ Passion of; Christ Praise to; Christ Our Substitute; Lent Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

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

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1090-1153; P. Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #335 (1996) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 2 Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble face of Christ; Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee How art Thou now despised? How art thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy face now languish That once was bright as morn! 4 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. 6 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 for Thee. 8 Be Thou my consolation, My 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: Jesus, Our Redeemer Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN