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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

WIE LIEBLICH IST DER MAIEN · 7.6.7.6.D · words Bernard of Clairvaux · music Johann Steuerlein

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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded hast or ble for and for so ten ners' weighed shame borne once coun sin Lord, their Thou was with no Thou col all grief me, fair; ance, gain; down, bur den Thy and my cred 4. Now 3. Men 2. What 1. O My from mock Thou, sa 5. Pas van jeer suf wound sion, ished Thee, fered, ed, cheeks in taunt Lord, Head, now hast and Thy has this dor be the Thine on was Thy ly ly on woe that fore dead which the and but with flee brought splen Thine thorns, Thee. there. glance. pain. crown; it was red y was ful Thy might mine scorn For From Though Mine, Now gres ban fear gres round sion ished Thee sion, ed lips my worlds the ly sur trans shall trans is was ful Thy and Thy of till de buse serve now right my Thee a lot; life; scorn! place; Thine! cast death, art here cru pale fall, sa me with thou I cred I Head, Grim How Lo, O guish, Thee, or, what ior! ry, down were robbed sore I bliss wrath hath with 'Tis my be el with what glo fore rig an Sav in er, me was to to Thy Thee sad spurn this bright me call as Re Thy that vouch I once deem strength safe joy not! strife. morn! grace. mine. cy, hast Thy me de mer Thou doth on though Have Thus How Look Yet, plore vig lan fa gor Thee; or, guish vor, y, I lost vis with spised and im Thy age Thy Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153 WIE LIEBLICH IST DER MAIEN 7.6.7.6.D Johann Steuerlein, 1575

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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