335. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

2 Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee,
Thou noble face of Christ;
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee
How art Thou now despised?
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy face now languish
That once was bright as morn!

4 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.

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 for Thee.

8 Be Thou my consolation,
My Shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy Passion
When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee.
Who dieth thus dies well!

Text Information
First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
German Title: O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden
Author (attr.): Bernard of Clairvaux, 1090-1153
Author (attr.): P. Gerhardt, 1607-76
Meter: 76 76 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1996
Topic: Jesus, Our Redeemer
Source: Tr. composite
Tune Information
Name: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN
Composer: H. L. Hassler, 1564-1612
Arranger: J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
Meter: 76 76 D
Key: C Major



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