183. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thy only crown,
How art Thou pale 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 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.

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
Translator (German): Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676
Translator (English): James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 (alt.)
Meter: D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2007
Topic: Confession; Jesus Christ; Lent (5 more...)
Source: Latin, 12th C.
Tune Information
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1512
Harmonizer: J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
Meter: D
Key: C Major

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