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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]

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, 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: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #90a (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 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 splendour The hosts of heaven adore. 2 *Thy beauty, long-desirèd, Hath vanished from our sight; Thy power is all expirèd, 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 *I pray thee, Jesus, own me, Me, Shepherd good, for thine; Who to thy fold hast won me, And fed with truth divine. Me guilty, me refuse not, Incline thy face to me, This comfort that I lose not, On earth to comfort thee. 4 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 movèd To stand thy Cross beneath, To mourn thee, well-belovèd, Yet thank thee for thy death. 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: The Christian Year Passiontide Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #90b (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 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 splendour The hosts of heaven adore. 2 *Thy beauty, long-desirèd, Hath vanished from our sight; Thy power is all expirèd, 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 *I pray thee, Jesus, own me, Me, Shepherd good, for thine; Who to thy fold hast won me, And fed with truth divine. Me guilty, me refuse not, Incline thy face to me, This comfort that I lose not, On earth to comfort thee. 4 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 movèd To stand thy Cross beneath, To mourn thee, well-belovèd, Yet thank thee for thy death. 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: The Christian Year Passiontide Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: Common Praise #119 (2000) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 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 splendour the hosts of heaven adore. 2 Thy beauty, long desirèd, hath vanished from our sight; thy power is all expirèd, 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 I pray thee, Jesus, own me, me, Shepherd good, for thine; who to thy fold hast won me, and fed with truth divine. Me guilty, me refuse not, incline thy face to me, this comfort that I lose not, on earth to comfort thee. 4 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 movèd to stand thy cross beneath, to mourn thee, well-belovèd, yet thank thee for thy death. 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: Passiontide and Holy Week; Lent V Year A Scripture: Isaiah 53:3 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Seymour Bridges, 1844-1930; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #168 (1985) 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 heaven 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: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN (PASSION CHORALE)

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Seymour Bridges, 1844-1930; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #169 (1985) 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 heaven 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: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN (PASSION CHORALE)