358. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

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 O noblest Brow and dearest,
In other days the world
All feared when Thou appearedst;
What shame on Thee is hurled!
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!

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 Savior,
’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.

Text Information
First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153
Translator: Rev. James W. Alexander
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1934
Topic: Atonement; Communion Service; Cross of Christ (3 more...)
Source: Translation from the German
Tune Information
Name: PASSION CHORALE
Composer: H. L. Hassler, 1564-1612
Adapter: Johann Sebastian Bach (1729)
Harmonizer: Johann Sebastian Bach (1729)
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D.
Key: a minor or modal



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