O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Download)

O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Download)

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LyricsO sacred Head, now wounded,with grief and shame weighed down,Now scornfully surroundedwith thorns, Thine only crown;How pale Thou art with anguishwith sore abuse and scornHow 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 painLo, here I fall, my Savior!’Tis I deserve Thy place;Look on me with Thy favor,Assist me with 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, neveroutlive my love to Thee.Words and Music by: Bernard of Clairvaux (Trans. by James W. Alexander)/Hans Leo Hassler©2014 Arranged by: Steve Green - Addy Tunes Music – ASCAP;Scott Dente-Oh My Coco Publishing- BMI; Ken Lewis-Sankyousuh Songs – BMI; and Blair Masters - Blair Masters Music

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