2533 O SACRED HEAD NOW WOUNDED
My hymnbook gives different words to those in the DT
C:H L Hassler 1564-1612, adapted by JS Bach
B:Songs of Praise
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O SACRED HEAD SORE WOUNDED
(O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden by P Gerhardt, 1607-76)
based on Salve caput cruentatum (probably by Arnulf von Loewen, 1200-50)
English paraphrase by Y.H.
O Sacred head, sore wounded, defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur? Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendour the hosts of heaven adore!
Thy beauty, long desirèd, hath vanished from our sight;
Thy power is all expirèd, and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest, hide not so far thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest, the brightness of thy face.
I pray thee, Jesus, own me, me, Shepherd good, for thine;
Who to thy fold has won me, and fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not, incline thy face to me,
This comfort that I lose not, on earth to comfort thee.
In thy most bitter passion my heart to share doth cry,
With thee for my salvation upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus movèd, to stand thy cross beneath,
To mourn thee, well-belovèd, yet thank thee for thy death.
My days are few, O fail not, with thine immortal power,
To hold me that I quail not in death's most fearful hour:
That I might fight befriended, and see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended upon the cross of life.