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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

EWING · 7.6.7.6.D · words Bernard of Clairvaux · music Alexander C. Ewing

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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded once their borne Lord, coun sin shame for so ten ners' weighed Thou grief Thou col no all hast or ble for and me, fair; ance, gain; down, bur from mock Thou, sa taunt Lord, was den Thy and my cred What 1. O 2. Head, 5. My 4. Now 3. Men cheeks ed, sion, ished Thee, fered, Pas Thy has and hast now in with van jeer suf wound fore crown; woe that dead on pain. on was Thy ly ly brought splen flee Thine thorns, this dor be the Thine Thee. there. glance. it Thy might mine scorn red was y was ful For From Though Mine, Now gres ban fear round which the and but with gres sion ished Thee sion, ed trans is shall trans sur my ly the worlds lips serve buse of now right and ful Thy Thy was were robbed sore I bliss Thee a de till my lot; life; scorn! place; Thine! art cast death, here sa thou me with I cred O I Grim How Lo, fore rig wrath hath with 'Tis what Thee, or, guish, ior! ry, down be el with an my what glo Sav Head, fall, pale cru as Thy Thee mine. morn! sad me deem strength once safe joy this bright me call spurn er, in was to to not! strife. grace. mer Thou doth on though lost vis with spised cy, hast Thy me de Have I Thus How Look Yet, Thee; or, guish vor, y, Thy Re that vouch I and im Thy age Thy gor plore vig lan fa Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 EWING 7.6.7.6.D Alexander C. Ewing, 1853
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded once their borne Lord, coun sin shame for so ten ners' weighed Thou grief Thou col no all hast or ble for and me, fair; ance, gain; down, bur from mock Thou, sa taunt Lord, was den Thy and my cred What 1. O 2. Head, 5. My 4. Now 3. Men cheeks ed, sion, ished Thee, fered, Pas Thy has and hast now in with van jeer suf wound fore crown; woe that dead on pain. on was Thy ly ly brought splen flee Thine thorns, this dor be the Thine Thee. there. glance. it Thy might mine scorn red was y was ful For From Though Mine, Now gres ban fear round which the and but with gres sion ished Thee sion, ed trans is shall trans sur my ly the worlds lips serve buse of now right and ful Thy Thy was were robbed sore I bliss Thee a de till my lot; life; scorn! place; Thine! art cast death, here sa thou me with I cred O I Grim How Lo, fore rig wrath hath with 'Tis what Thee, or, guish, ior! ry, down be el with an my what glo Sav Head, fall, pale cru as Thy Thee mine. morn! sad me deem strength once safe joy this bright me call spurn er, in was to to not! strife. grace. mer Thou doth on though lost vis with spised cy, hast Thy me de Have I Thus How Look Yet, Thee; or, guish vor, y, Thy Re that vouch I and im Thy age Thy gor plore vig lan fa Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 EWING 7.6.7.6.D Alexander C. Ewing, 1853

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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