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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

TEMPUS ADEST FLORIDUM · 7.6.7.6 D · words Bernard of Clairvaux · music 13th Century spring carol; first published in the Swedish Piae Cantones

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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded borne once coun sin shame so for ten ners' weighed Thou col no all grief hast or ble for and gain; me, fair; ance, down, bur cred from mock Thou, sa in taunt Lord, Head, den Thy and my O 1. cheeks 5. My 4. Now 3. Men 2. What sion, ished Thee, fered, ed, Pas van jeer wound Lord, their Thou was with suf Thy has and hast now woe that fore dead on was on Thy ly ly brought splen flee Thine thorns, this dor be the Thine pain. Thee. there. glance. crown; it ful Thy might mine scorn my worlds the ly was red y was For From Though Mine, Now lips sion ished Thee sion, ed gres ban fear round which the and but with gres trans is shall trans sur right of buse serve now Thy ful and Thy was were robbed sore I bliss my Thee a de till place; lot; life; scorn! Thine! cast cred death, art here sa down pale fall, Head, me with thou I I Grim How Lo, O cru Thee, or, guish, ior! ry, fore rig an glo wrath hath with 'Tis what Sav be el with my what me sad as Thy Thee er, in was to to deem strength once safe joy me spurn this bright call strife. not! morn! grace. mine. de me mer Thou doth on though I lost vis with spised cy, hast Thy Have Thus How Look Yet, Thee; or, guish vor, y, Re Thy that vouch I Thy im Thy age vig and plore lan fa gor Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 TEMPUS ADEST FLORIDUM 7.6.7.6 D 13th Century spring carol; first published in the Swedish Piae Cantones, 1916

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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Same meter but needs editorial underlay: ANGEL'S STORY, DIVINUM MYSTERIUM, ELLACOMBE, LANCASHIRE, LLANGLOFFAN, MEIRIONYDD, MUNICH, RUTHERFORD, WEBB.

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