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Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Hymnal Supplement 1991 #741 (1991) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Scripture: Mark 15:17-18 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!
Thy grief and bitter Passion
Were all for singer's 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?
Oh, make me thine forever,
And, should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.
4 Lord, be my consolation;
Shield me when I must die;
Remind me of thy Passion
When my last hour draws nigh.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From thee shall never move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely in thy love. Topics: Holy Week; Jesus Christ; Suffering Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLAGEN
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded