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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Praise and Worship #67 (1951) 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, tho' 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 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? Oh, make me Thine forever; And, should i fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. 4 Be near me when I'm dying; 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, thro' Thy love. Topics: Atonement Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Praise and Worship #67 (1978) 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, tho' 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 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? Oh, make me Thine forever; And, should i fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. 4 Be near me when I'm dying; 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, thro' Thy love. Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymns of Faith #161 (1980) 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 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. Amen. Topics: Adoration; Christ Sacrifice; Devotional; Humilty; Prayer Hymns of; Adoration; Christ Sacrifice; Devotional; Humilty; Prayer Hymns of Scripture: Isaiah 53:3 Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Sing Joyfully #238 (1989) 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 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. Amen. Topics: Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Favorite Hymns of Praise #338 (1967) 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 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 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. Topics: Adoration; Christ Sacrifice; Devotional; Prayer Hymns of; Adoration; Christ Sacrifice; Devotional; Prayer Hymns of Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The New Church Hymnal #555 (1976) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down,Now scornfully surroundedWith 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 sufferedWas 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 borrowTo 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, neverOutlive my love to Thee.Amen. Topics: Christ Suffering; Passion Week; Ancient Hymns Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Praise Ye the Lord #49 (1940) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Gloria in Excelsis #93 (1933) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: James W. Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Inspiring Hymns #111 (1951) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Great Revival Hymns #179 (1911) 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. 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 resume Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 2 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! Be near me when I’m dying; O show Thy cross to me; And, for my rescue 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. O show Thy cross to me; Come, Lord and set me free! These eyes, now faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love. Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head

O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Author: P. Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Hymnal of Christian Unity #22 (1964) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Topics: Lent Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O sacred Head, now wounded

Hymnal: Sunday School Book #34 (1903) 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 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, Thou art the Spring of mine! 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 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: The Christian Festivals Lent
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Select Sunday School Songs #40 (1885) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Worship and Service Hymnal #70 (1957) 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 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. Amen. Topics: Adoration; Ancient Hymns; Christ Passion; Christ Sacrifice; Historical; Passion; Repentance; Sacrifice; Worship Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: The New National Baptist Hymnal #73 (1977) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #73 (1901) 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! Once reigning in the highest In light and majesty, Dishonored now Thou diest, Yet here I worship Thee. 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, Thou art the Spring of mine! 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. 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: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH THUT MICH VERLANGEN
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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: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091 - 1153; James Alexander Hymnal: Sing Your Way Home #84 (1978) Topics: Christian Faith and Experience Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
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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
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The Presbyterian Hymnal #98 (1990) 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 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 53:3-5 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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