133. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

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.

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
Meter: 76.76.D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 2011
Scripture:
Topic: Jesus Christ: Suffering and Death; Cross; Jesus: Passion
Source: Anonymous Latin
Tune Information
Name: PASSION CHORALE
Composer: Hans L. Hassler, 1564-1612
Harmonizer: J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
Meter: 76.76.D.
Key: C Major



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