O Sacred Head, Now Wounded - Bach (Christian Hymns / Lyrics)

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded - #Bach (Christian #Hymns / Lyrics)



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.

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.