O sacred head, once wounded

- O sacred head, once wounded,
- With grief and pain weighed down,
- How scornfully surrounded
- With thorns, Thine only crown!
- How pale art Thou with anguish,
- With sore abuse and scorn!
- How does that visage languish,
- Which once was bright as morn!
- O Lord of life and glory,
- What bliss till now was Thine!
- I read the wondrous story,
- I joy to call Thee mine.
- Thy grief and Thy compassion
- Were all for sinners' gain;
- Mine, mine was the transgression,
- But Thine the deadly pain.
- What language shall I borrow
- To praise Thee, heavenly Friend,
- For this, Thy dying sorrow,
- Thy pity without end?
- Lord, make me Thine for ever,
- Nor let me faithless prove;
- O let me never, never
- Abuse such dying love!
- Be near me, Lord, when dying;
- O show Thyself to me;
- And for my succour 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. ...
Album: English Hymns, Artist: Paulus Gerhardt, Language: English, Viewed: 860 times