O Sacred Head Now Wounded
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
All 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
Assist me with 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 for Thee
Lord let me never never
Outlive my love for Thee

© 1993 New Spring | Marty Parks | Paul Gerhardt