Letra de «Sacred Head, Now Wounded»
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, has suffered Was all for sinners' gain Oh, 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 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 Outlive my love to Thee
What Thou, my Lord, has suffered Was all for sinners' gain Oh, 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 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 Outlive my love to Thee