O Sacred Head, Now Wounded - Warhorn Songbook

“And after twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head.” | Matthew 27:29

Lyrics by Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. James W. Alexander
Tune by Hans Leo Hassler, arr. Jody Killingsworth

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down;

Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;

How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!

How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!

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.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest Friend,

For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

Genre:
Hymns

Key:
C#/D♭ Major

Tempo:
Slow

Tune name:
PASSION CHORALE

Theme:
Easter, Good Friday, His Atoning Work, His Death, His Love and Grace, His Suffering