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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

  1. 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 ’til now was thine!
    Yet, though despised and gory,
    I joy to call thee mine.
  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.
  3. 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.
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Scripture Reference
Isaiah 53:3-7, Matthew 27:27-31, Mark 15:17-20, John 19:2-3
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