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O Sacred Head
Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Great Revival Hymns #179 (1911) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Lyrics: 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.
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 resume Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
2 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!
Be near me when I’m dying;
O show Thy cross to me;
And, for my rescue flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
O show Thy cross to me;
Come, Lord and set me free!
These eyes, now faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love. Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1090-1153; P. Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #334 (1996) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 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.
3 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 has lost Thy vigor,
Thy strength, in this sad strife.
5 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 milk and sweetest food;
Thy Spirit oft has led me
To stores of heav'nly good.
7 The joy can ne'er 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.
9 And when I am departing,
O part not Thou from me;
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free;
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe,
Release me from mine anguish
By Thine own pain and woe.
Topics: Jesus, Our Redeemer Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5298 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 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.
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. 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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
11. 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 enfolds Thee.
Who dieth thus dies well. Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Author: P. Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Hymnal of Christian Unity #22 (1964) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Topics: Lent Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: Select Sunday School Songs #40 (1885) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Worship and Service Hymnal #70 (1957) Lyrics: 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.
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.
Amen. Topics: Adoration; Ancient Hymns; Christ Passion; Christ Sacrifice; Historical; Passion; Repentance; Sacrifice; Worship Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: The New National Baptist Hymnal #73 (1977) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #73 (1901) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded,
With thorns Thine only crown!
Once reigning in the highest
In light and majesty,
Dishonored now Thou diest,
Yet here I worship Thee.
2 How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
3 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour,
'Tis I deserve Thy place:
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Receive me, my Redeemer;
My Shepherd, make me Thine,
Of every good the Fountain,
Thou art the Spring of mine!
4 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
Oh, make me Thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.
5 Forbid that I should leave Thee;
O Jesus, leave not me;
In faith may I receive Thee,
When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish
By thine own wounded heart.
Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH THUT MICH VERLANGEN
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. W. Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Concordia #75 (1918) Lyrics: 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.
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,
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.
4 Be near when I am dying,
O show Thy cross to me;
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,
For He who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love. Topics: Church Festivals Passion and Easter; The Lord's Supper; Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: MIG HJERTELIG NU LÆNGES
O Sacred Head, now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091 - 1153; James Alexander Hymnal: Sing Your Way Home #84 (1978) Topics: Christian Faith and Experience Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
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