741. 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 How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
Thy grief and bitter Passion
Were all for singer's gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression
But thine the deadly pain.

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 Lord, be my consolation;
Shield me when I must die;
Remind me of thy Passion
When my last hour draws nigh.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From thee shall never move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely in thy love.

Text Information
First Line: O sacred head, now wounded
Title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
German Title: Salve caput cuematum
Author (attributed to): Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153
Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1991
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: Holy Week; Jesus Christ; Suffering
Source: Trans. composite, alt.
Tune Information
Name: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLAGEN
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612
Harmonizer: J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
Key: A Major



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