O Sacred Head, Now Wounded Lyrics (Traditional Hymn)
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded Lyrics (Traditional Hymn)
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Traditional Hymn

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SongID 8175
Language English
Album Open Hymnal
Artists Traditional Hymn
Authors St. Bernard of Clairvaux
InstrumentsGuitar, Ukelele, Piano
File TypePDF
Available Keys A, Ab, B, Bb, C, C#, D, Db, E, Eb, F, F#, G, G#, Gb, Numbers, Numerals
ThemesGood Friday, Abiding, Alive, Almighty, Assurance, Atonement, Awesome, Blessing, Blood, Breath, Burden, Church, Compassion, Cross, Crucifixion, Death, Dwelling, Easter, Faith, Fear, Friendship, Glory, Grace, Gratitude, Heart, Heaven, Flock, Joy, Lent, Life, Love, Mercy, Pain, Passion, Presence, Redeemer, Savior, Shepherd, Shield, Sorrow, Spirit, Strength, Suffering, Thankfulness, Splendor, Truth, Shame, Soul, Body, Broken, Sadness, Deep, Lost, Sanctuary, Gift, Crown, Divinity, Wrath, Sacred, Hymn, Traditional


Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 3 Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn! Verse 4 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. Verse 5 My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not! Verse 6 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. Verse 7 My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine. Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine. Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above. Verse 8 Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! when breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish in death's cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I'll clasp. Verse 9 The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. Verse 10 My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!...

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