188. 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
Author (attributed to): Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153
Translator (into German): Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676
Translator (from German): James W. Alexander, 1804-1859
Language: English
Publication Date: 1970
Topic: Passion and Cross
Tune Information
Name: PASSION CHORALE
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612
Harmonizer: Johann Sebastian Bach, 1685-1750
Key: a minor



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