O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

PD Words: Arnulf of Leuven, adapt. Paul Gerhardt, tr. James W. Alexander

PD Music: Hans Leo Hassler, harm. J. S. Bach

Arranged: Keith Getty

Verse 1

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!

Verse 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

Verse 3

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest Friend

For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? 

Oh, make me Thine forever; and should I fainting be

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