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A Sacred Head Now Wounded

๐Ÿ‘ค Selah โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Greatest Hymns โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:46
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โฑ๏ธ 4:46 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 15963563

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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

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 me to thy grace

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

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:17.19] O sacred Head now wounded,
[00:23.42] with grief and shame weighed down
[00:28.88] Now scornfully surrounded with thorns
[00:37.05] Thine only crown
[00:40.62] How pale Thou art with anguish,
[00:47.81] with sore abuse and scorn
[00:52.42] How does that visage languish
[00:59.69] which once was bright as morn
[01:14.08] What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
[01:20.45] was all for sinners' gain
[01:25.84] Mine, mine was the transgression,
[01:32.11] but Thine the deadly pain
[01:37.55] Lo, here I fall, my Savior,
[01:43.90] 'tis I deserve Thy place
[01:50.28] Look on me with thy favor,
[01:56.56] vouchsafe me to thy grace
[02:32.78] What language shall I borrow
[02:39.04] to thank Thee, dearest friend
[02:45.38] For this Thy dying sorrow,
[02:51.62] Thy pity without end?
[02:57.15] O make me Thine forever
[03:03.46] and should I fainting be
[03:08.81] Lord let me never,
[03:13.35] never outlive my love to Thee
[03:27.85]

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