Anon.; P. Gerhardt and J. Alexander, Trs. (93/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

Anon.; P. Gerhardt and J. Alexander, Trs. O SACRED Head, once wounded, With grief and shame bowed 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 Saviour! ’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. 4 Be near me when I’m dying, O show Thy cross to me; And to my succour flying Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love.