A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#562

562. O Sacred Head!

O sacred head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
So scornfully surrounded,
With thorns thine only crown;
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How do those features languish
Which once were fair as morn!

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
This love that knew no 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!
• Meter: 6s. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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