M0:|t:EWS 94 O sacred Head, now wounded|a:Attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux 1090–1153 and/or Arnulf, Abbot of Villers-la-Ville ~1200- ~1250, Paul Gerhardt (German version, 1607-1676); tr: James Waddell Alexander 1804-1859|r:7.6.7.6.D|h:Hans Leo Hassler 1561-1612|c:D|m:4/4|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/CHMC1927/90/high
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E1:O sa_cred Head, now wound_ed,/with grief and shame weighed down,/${D:now scorn_ful_ly sur_round_ed/with thorns, thine on_ly crown!/}O sa_cred Head, what glo_ry,/what bliss till now was thine!/Yet, though de_spised and gor_y,/I joy to call thee mine.
E2:O no_blest brow, and dear_est!/In oth_er days the world/${D:All feared, when Thou ap_pear_ed’st,/What shame on Thee is hurled!/}How art Thou pale with an_guish,/With sore a_buse and scorn;/How does that vis_age lan_guish,/When once was bright as morn.
E3:The blush_es late re_sid_ing/U_pon that ho_ly cheek,/${D:The ros_es once a_bid_ing/U_pon those lips so meek,/}Al_as! they have de_part_ed;/Wan Death has rifl_ed all!/For weak and bro_ken heart_ed,/I see Thy bo_dy fall.
E4:What thou, my Lord, hast suf_fered/was all for sin_ners’ gain./${D:Mine, mine was the trans_gres_sion,/but thine the dead_ly pain./}Lo, here I fall, my Sav_ior!/’Tis I de_serve thy place./Look on me with thy fa_vor,/and grant to me thy grace.
E5:Re_ceive me, my Re_deem_er,/My Sheph_erd, make me Thine;/${D:Of ev_ery good the fount_ain,/Thou art the spring of mine./}Thy lips with love dis_till_ing,/And milk of truth sin_cere,/With Hea_ven’s bliss are fill_ing/The soul that tremb_les here.
E6:Be_side Thee, Lord, I’ve tak_en/My place_for_bid me not!/${D:Hence will I ne’er be shak_en,/Though Thou to death be brought,/}If pain’s last pale_ness hold Thee,/In a_go_ny op_pressed,/Then, then will I en_fold Thee/With_in this arm and breast!
E7:The joy can ne’er be spok_en,/A_bove all joys be_side;/${D:When in Thy bo_dy brok_en/I thus with safe_ty hide./}My Lord of life, de_sir_ing/Thy glo_ry now to see,/Be_side the cross ex_pir_ing,/I’d breathe my soul to Thee.
E8:What langu_age shall I bor_row/to thank thee, dear_est Friend,/${D:for this, thy dy_ing sor_row,/thy pi_ty with_out end?/}Oh, make me thine for_e_ver,/and should I faint_ing be,/Lord, let me nev_er, nev_er/out_live my love to thee.
E9:And when I am de_part_ing,/Oh! part not Thou from me;/${D:When mort_al pangs are dart_ing,/Come, Lord, and set me free;/}And when my heart must lan_guish/A_midst the fin_al throe,/Re_lease me from mine an_guish,/By Thine own pain and woe!
E10:Be near when I am dy_ing,/oh, show thy cross to me,/${D:and for my res_cue, fly_ing,/come, Lord, and set me free!/}These eyes, new faith re_ceiv_ing,/from Je_sus shall not move,/for one who dies be_liev_ing/dies safe_ly, through thy love.
