Thorns Thy Only Crown

This week I’m featuring hymn lyrics for the Easter season.  I chose some that are not as familiar as others, so the lyrics will really speak to us all.

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thy only crown,

How art Thou pale 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 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 for Thee!

German: Paul Gerhardt

Hans Leo Hassler

Harmonized by J.S. Bach

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