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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
1 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! 2 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; Assist me with Thy grace. 3 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 to Thee.
MUSIC: Hans Leo Hassler
Theme: Christ: Atonement, Crucifixion, Suffering and Death