Friday, April 10, 2009

o sacred head now wounded

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!

What thou, my Lord, has 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 for thee.


carol said...

I played this song this morning at our Good Friday service. Happy Easter!

Mindy said...

I LOVE that song. Had thought of posting it myself today...guess I won't now! :)

Mindy said...

Okay, so I changed my mind. :) I couldn't find anything else I liked nearly so much...

mamazee said...

this one kind of goes with your post on suffering - He suffered for us, and we are so afraid to be uncomfortable.

love this hymn, too - wish i had some hymn singin' friends...


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