O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

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One of the more ancient hymns of the Christian faith, this song was written by Bernard of Clairvaux (1090 – August 20, 1153).  This hymn has been a staple in Christian churches since it was written almost 1,000 years ago.  This hymn takes a somber look at the suffering and death of Christ in the place of sinners.  Confessing, "Mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain," may we always remember the price that was paid for our freedom in Christ.

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.

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.

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.

Be near when I am dying, O show thy cross to me;
And for my succor flying, Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing, Dies safely, through thy love. 

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