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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: James Waddell Alexander Hymnal: Glory to God #221 (2013) 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,
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. Topics: Atonement; Christian Year Palm Sunday; Christian Year Maundy Thursday; Christian Year Good Friday; Grace; Jesus Christ Passion and Death; Living in Christ; Love for God; Repentance; Sin Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded
Hymnal: Christian Hymns #232 (1898) Meter: 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.
2 I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigor
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
Oh, turn Thy face on me.
3 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 Saviour,
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
4 In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
5 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide:
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
6 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!
7 And when I am departing,
Oh, part Thou not 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!
8 Be Thou my consolation
And 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.
Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion; Christ Light; Gratitude to God and Christ; Sickness, Death, and Burial Languages: English Tune Title: O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED
O sacred Head, now wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th C.; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Renew! Songs and Hymns for Blended Worship #235 (1995) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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 ccall 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,
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.
Topics: The Service of the Word Songs of Confession; Praise and Thanksgiving Songs to Remember the Work of the Son Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: James W. Alexander; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Children's Hymnal #236 (1918) 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; James W. Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: Total Praise #242 (2011) 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 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
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.
Topics: Burdens; Grace, Mercy, and Forgiveness; Jesus Christ His Atonement, Crucifixion and Death; Jesus Christ His Cross; Jesus Christ Our Love For Jesus; Jesus Christ Shepherd and Lamb; Salvation; Worship and Adoration Scripture: John 19:18 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #247 (1990) 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 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.
Topics: Funerals; Jesus Christ His Suffering; Christ Love and Grace of; Consolation; Imputation of Sin Scripture: Isaiah 53:5 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: James W. Alexander Hymnal: Joy to the World #257 (1915) Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th cent.; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #261 (2023) 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.
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 for Thee.
4 Be near when I am dying,
O show Thy cross to me!
And, for my succor flying,
come, Lord, to set me free:
these eyes, new faith receiving,
from Thee shall never move;
for he who dies believing
dies safely in Thy love.
Topics: Jesus Christ Suffering and Death Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: James W. Alexander, 1804-1859; Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th c. Hymnal: Worship and Rejoice #284 (2003) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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.
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,
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. Scripture: Romans 5:6 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded
Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #315 (1913) 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 I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigor
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony of dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn thy face on me.
3 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.
4 In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
5 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide:
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
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.
7 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.
8 Be near me when I'm dying
O show Thy crows to me;
And to 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: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O sacred Head, now wounded
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