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O SACRED HEAD NOW WOUNDED (words ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140; translations by Paul Gerhardt, 1656 and J W Alexander 1830. The tune is ""Passion Chorale"" from St. Mathewws Passion by J S Bach, 1729.) 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 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 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. @hymn filename[ SACREDHD RR APR99 |
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