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O Sacred Head Now Wounded [#OSacredHeadNowWounded #OSacredHeadNow #OSacredHead #SacredHeadNowWounded #HeadNowWounded #NowWounded]

O Sacred Head Now Wounded [#OSacredHeadNowWounded #OSacredHeadNow #OSacredHead #SacredHeadNowWounded #HeadNowWounded #NowWounded]

Song based on the Bible verses:
Matthew 27:28-29
28 And they stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him. 29 When they had twisted a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand. And they bowed the knee before Him and mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”

Song written by:
Original in Latin: Writer Unknown
Translated to German from Latin: Paul Gerhardt
Translated to English from German: James W. Alexander

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

O noblest brow and dearest
In other days the world
All feared when Thou appeared’st
What shame on Thee is hurled
How art Thou pale with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage anguish
When once was bright as morn

The blushes late residing
Upon that holy cheek
The roses once abiding
Upon those lips so meek
Alas they have departed
Wan Death has rifled all
For weak and broken hearted
I see Thy body fall

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

Receive me my Redeemer
My Shepherd make me Thine
Of every good the fountain
Thou art the spring of mine
Thy lips with love distilling
And milk of truth sincere
With Heaven’s bliss are filling
The soul that trembles here

Beside Thee Lord I’ve taken
My place—forbid me not
Hence will I ne’er be shaken
Though Thou to death be brought
If pain’s last paleness hold Thee
In agony oppressed
Then then will I enfold Thee
Within this arm and breast

The joy can ne’er be spoken
Above all joys beside
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide
My Lord of life desiring
Thy glory now to see
Beside the cross expiring
I’d breathe my soul to Thee

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

And when I am departing
Oh part not Thou from me
When mortal pangs are darting
Come Lord and set me free
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe
Release me from mine anguish
By Thine own pain and woe

Be near me when I am dying
Oh show Thy cross to me
And for my succor flying
Come Lord and set me free
These eyes new faith receiving
From Jesus shall not move
For he who dies believing
Dies safely through Thy love

O Sacred Head Now Wounded [#OSacredHeadNowWounded #OSacredHeadNow #OSacredHead #SacredHeadNowWounded #HeadNowWounded #NowWounded]

O Sacred Head Now Wounded [#OSacredHeadNowWounded #OSacredHeadNow #OSacredHead #SacredHeadNowWounded #HeadNowWounded #NowWounded]

O Sacred Head Now Wounded [#OSacredHeadNowWounded #OSacredHeadNow #OSacredHead #SacredHeadNowWounded #HeadNowWounded #NowWounded]

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