O Sacred Head Now Wounded

In this Lent season, may we reflect on the following words of O Sacred Head Now Wounded. Soli Deo Gloria!

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.

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 for Thee.