Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: PWH1978 #67 (1978) Person Name: J. W. Alexander 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, tho' 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 Saviour!
'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?
Oh, make me Thine forever;
And, should i fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.
4 Be near me when I'm dying;
Oh, 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, thro' Thy love. Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded