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!

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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.

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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

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