Friday, April 10, 2009

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,
Vouch-safe to me Thy grace.
What language can 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!
This is one of my favorite hymns...
Attr. to Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153
Tran. (into German) by Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676
Tran. (from German) by James W. Alexander, 1804-1859
Thank you,
O my Father,
for giving us Your Son!
And, leaving Your Spirit 'til
The work on earth is done!
Chorus of "There is a Redeemer"
by: Keith and Melody Green


  1. How sweet to see someone as young as you who has such a deep understanding and appreciation for what our Lord has done. I wish you and your family a Blessed Easter and look forward to seeing you soon.

  2. We wish you and your family a Blessed Easter as well! Luv y'all!


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