



Author: James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th c. Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 729 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 116:12 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,
and grant 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. Used With Tune: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded