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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th C.; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Chalice Hymnal #202 (1995) 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:
how pale thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!
2 What thou, O Christ, 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 keep me in 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: God Known in Jesus Christ Suffering and Death; Christian Year: Holy Week; Gratitude; Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ: Cross; Jesus Christ: Love; Jesus Christ: Savior; Jesus Christ: Suffering; Love: For Christ; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; James W. Alexander; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The New Century Hymnal #226 (1995) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, your only crown,
How pale you are with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does your visage languish
which once was bright as morn!
2 What you, dear Savior, suffered
was all for sinner's gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
Look on me with your favor,
O grant to me your grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest friend;
For this your dying sorrow,
your pity without end?
May I be yours forever;
and though my days be few,
O Savior, let me never
out-live my love for you!
Topics: Confession of Sin; Good Friday; Holy Week; Year A Good Friday; Year A Holy Saturday; Year B Good Friday; Year B Holy Saturday; Year C Good Friday; Year C Holy Saturday Scripture: John 19:1-3 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORAL (HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN)
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #231 (2008) 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;
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
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: Jesus, Our Love for Him; Jesus, Savior Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paulus Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #265 (1993) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thy only crown:
how art thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!
2 What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
Let me be thine forever.
And, should I fainting be,
oh, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee. Topics: Jewish and Christian Teachings Good Friday; Easter; Good Friday and Palm Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Anon.; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The United Methodist Hymnal #286 (1989) 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:
how pale thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!
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: Christ's Gracious Life Passion and Death; Christian Year Lent; Christian Year Holy Week; Gratitude; Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ Atonement; Jesus Christ Love of; Penitence Scripture: Matthew 27:27-31 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: James Waddell Alexander Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #300 (1985) 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:
how art thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn,
how does that visage languish,
which once was bright as morn!
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
assist me by thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow,
thy mercy without end?
O make me thine forever,
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.
Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: Matthew 27:29 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The Celebration Hymnal #316 (1997) 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.
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
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;
Assist me with 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: Christ Atonement, Crucifixion, Suffering and Death Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Psalm 22:1-18, 25-31
Author: Anonymous; Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The United Methodist Hymnal #752 (1989) First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Refrain First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Lyrics: Response: (Good Friday)
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighted down. Topics: Psalter; Christian Year Holy Week; Christian Year Easter Scripture: Psalm 22:1-18 Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]
Psalm 22:1-18, 25-31
O Sacred Head
Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Salvation Songs #102 (1895) First Line: O Sacred Head, now wounded Refrain First Line: O show Thy cross to me Languages: English Tune Title: [O Sacred Head, now wounded]
O Sacred Head
O Sacred Head, now wounded
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #130 (1870) Lyrics: 1 O Sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weigh'd 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 Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' 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!
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
4 Forbid that I should leave Thee;
O Jesus, leave not me;
By faith I would receive Thee;
Thy blood can make me free;
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By Thine own wounded heart. Topics: Christian Activity; Atonement; Christ Sufferings and Death; Christ Redeemer of mankind; Crucifixion of Christ; Lord's Supper; Love Of Christ; Passion of Christ; Redeemer; Redemption; Salvation Through Christ Languages: English
O Sacred Head, now wounded
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