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O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded

Author: Paulus Gerhardt. 1607-1676; Robert S. Bridges, 1844-1930; James W. Alexander, 1804, 1859 Hymnal: African American Heritage Hymnal #250 (2001) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: O sacred head sore wounded 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 deflow'r? O countenance whose splendor The hosts of heav'en adore! 2 Thy beauty, long desired, Hath vanished from our sight; Thy pow'r is all expired, 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 moved To stand Thy cross beneath, To mourn Thee, well-beloved, Yet thank Thee for Thy death. 4 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? Oh, make me Thine for ever! And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love for Thee. 5 My days are few, O fail not, With Thine immortal pow'r, 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 His Atonement, Crucifixion and Death; Jesus Christ His Cross; Jesus Christ Our Love For Jesus; Worship and Adoration Scripture: Matthew 20:19 Languages: English Tune Title: REDDING

O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded

Author: Paulus Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert S. Bridges, 1844-1930; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: Lead Me, Guide Me (2nd ed.) #297 (2012) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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 deflow'r? O countenance whose splendor The hosts of heav'n adore! 2 Thy beauty, long desired, Hath vanished from our sight: Thy pow'r is all expired, 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 moved To stand thy cross beneath, To mourn thee, well-beloved, Yet thank thee for thy death. 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 for thee. 5 My days are few, O fail not, With thine immortal pow'r, 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: Palm Sunday of the Passion of the Lord; Good Friday; Burdens; Courage; Cross; Lament; Love for Jesus Christ; Mercy, Forgiveness; Paschal Mystery; Salvation; Sickness; Suffering; Worship and Adoration Scripture: Matthew 20:19 Languages: English Tune Title: REDDING

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 #335 (2018) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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. Topics: The Celebration of the Gospel Story Good Friday; Christian Year Passion/Palm Sunday; Christian Year Good Friday; Cross; Cross of Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ Crucifixion; Death of Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ Redemptive work Languages: English Tune Title: REDDING

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paulus Gerhard (1607-1676) Hymnal: Wonder, Love, and Praise #735 (1997) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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 splendor the hosts of heav'n adore! 2 Thy beauty, long-desired, hath vanished from our sight; thy power is all expired, 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 moved to stand thy cross beneath, to mourn thee, well-beloved, yet thank thee for thy death. 4 What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? Oh, make me thine for ever! and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, outlive my love for thee. 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: Hymns and Spiritual Songs Lent, Holy Week, and Easter Scripture: Matthew 27:27-45 Languages: English Tune Title: REDDING

O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded

Author: Paulus Gerhard (1607-1676) Hymnal: Lift Every Voice and Sing II #36 (1993) Topics: Lent and Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred head, sore wounded]

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