191. 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;
how pale Thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!

2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
was all for sinner's 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.

Text Information
First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt (1656)
Translator: James W. Alexander (1830, alt.)
Meter: 7.6.7.6 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2010
Topic: God the Son: Lent; Christian Year-Holy Week; Jesus Christ-Cross
Source: Based on a Medieval Latin poem
Tune Information
Name: PASSION CHORALE
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler (1601)
Harmonizer: Johann Sebastian Bach (1729)
Meter: 7.6.7.6 D
Key: C Major



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