O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Topic: Sufferings and Death
Tonic Sol-fa — Stanza 1
Movable-do sol-fa auto-derived from the public-domain melody in Am. A rehearsal aid — check it against the score before printing.
Lyrics
Verse 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 till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
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? O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee.