O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Music:

PASSION CHORALE

Lyrics:

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 Saviour!
‘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 for ever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.

Be near when I am dying,
O show thy cross to me;
and for my succor flying,
come, Lord, to set me free:
these eyes, new faith receiving,
from Jesus shall not move;
for he who dies believing,
dies safely, through thy love.