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<h2>O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“They…twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on His head.” Matthew 27:29</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_l_clairvaux_b.jpg" alt="Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)" width="118" height="187.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> Attributed to <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_e_bernard_c.html" target="_blank">Bernard of Clairvaux</a>, 1153 (<em>Salve caput cruentatum</em>); translated from Latin to German by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_e_gerhardt_p.html" target="_blank">Paul Gerhardt</a>, 1656 (<em>O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden</em>), and from Latin to English <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_l_alexander_jw.html" target="_blank">James Waddel Alexander</a>, 1830.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Passion Chorale,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_hassler_hl.html" target="_blank">Hans Leo Hassler</a>, 1601; harmony by Johann Sebastian Bach, 1729 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_pchorale.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_a_hassler_hl.gif" alt="Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612)" width="134" height="166"></td>
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<p>O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,<br>
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Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;<br>
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How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!<br>
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How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!</p>
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<p>What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;<br>
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Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.<br>
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Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;<br>
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Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.</p>
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<p>Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,<br>
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Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.<br>
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How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!<br>
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How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!</p>
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<p>Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;<br>
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From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.<br>
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Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;<br>
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Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.</p>
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<p>My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,<br>
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For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.<br>
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I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;<br>
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Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!</p>
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<p>What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,<br>
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For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?<br>
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O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,<br>
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Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.</p>
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<p>My shepherd, now receive me; my guardian, own me Thine.<br>
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Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.<br>
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Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;<br>
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Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.</p>
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<p>Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;<br>
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O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,<br>
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When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,<br>
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Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.</p>
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<p>The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,<br>
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When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.<br>
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O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,<br>
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Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.</p>
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<p>My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;<br>
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Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!<br>
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When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,<br>
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But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!</p>
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<p>Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;<br>
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Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.<br>
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Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,<br>
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My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.</p>
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