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Hymn

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

AURELIA · 7.6.7.6.D · words Bernard of Clairvaux · music Samuel Sebastian Wesley

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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded down, borne once coun sin shame for so ten ners' weighed Thou col no all grief hast or ble for and me, fair; ance, gain; bur from mock Thou, sa Thy den and my cred 1. O What 5. My 4. Now 3. Men 2. ed, fered, Pas Lord, their Thou was with sion, ished Thee, in Thy has and van hast now Head, jeer suf wound Lord, taunt cheeks woe that fore dead on on was Thy ly ly brought splen flee Thine thorns, Thine this dor be the Thee. there. glance. pain. crown; it Thy might mine scorn the ly was red y was ful For From Though Mine, Now sion, ed Thee worlds which the and but with sion ished trans is shall trans sur gres my lips ban fear gres round right of buse serve now ful Thy and Thy was were robbed sore I bliss my Thee a de till lot; life; scorn! place; Thine! cast death, art here sa cru pale Head, me with thou I cred O I Grim How Lo, fall, what 'Tis down fore or, Thee, rig guish, ior! ry, an be el with my what Sav glo with hath wrath spurn this bright me call mine. me sad as Thy Thee deem strength once safe joy er, in was to to morn! not! strife. grace. mer Thou doth on though Thy cy, hast me de How Have Thus Look Yet, vig lan Re Thy that vouch I plore Thee; or, guish vor, y, I Thy age Thy and lost im vis spised with gor fa Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 AURELIA 7.6.7.6.D Samuel Sebastian Wesley, 1864
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded down, borne once coun sin shame for so ten ners' weighed Thou col no all grief hast or ble for and me, fair; ance, gain; bur from mock Thou, sa Thy den and my cred 1. O What 5. My 4. Now 3. Men 2. ed, fered, Pas Lord, their Thou was with sion, ished Thee, in Thy has and van hast now Head, jeer suf wound Lord, taunt cheeks woe that fore dead on on was Thy ly ly brought splen flee Thine thorns, Thine this dor be the Thee. there. glance. pain. crown; it Thy might mine scorn the ly was red y was ful For From Though Mine, Now sion, ed Thee worlds which the and but with sion ished trans is shall trans sur gres my lips ban fear gres round right of buse serve now ful Thy and Thy was were robbed sore I bliss my Thee a de till lot; life; scorn! place; Thine! cast death, art here sa cru pale Head, me with thou I cred O I Grim How Lo, fall, what 'Tis down fore or, Thee, rig guish, ior! ry, an be el with my what Sav glo with hath wrath spurn this bright me call mine. me sad as Thy Thee deem strength once safe joy er, in was to to morn! not! strife. grace. mer Thou doth on though Thy cy, hast me de How Have Thus Look Yet, vig lan Re Thy that vouch I plore Thee; or, guish vor, y, I Thy age Thy and lost im vis spised with gor fa Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 AURELIA 7.6.7.6.D Samuel Sebastian Wesley, 1864

1.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.

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,
vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

3.Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee,
Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee
and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish
that once was bright as morn!

4.Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished
the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor,
hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor,
Thy strength in this sad strife.

5.My burden in Thy Passion,
Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression
which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee,
wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee;
Redeemer, spurn me not!

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