All Believer Hymn Book

Hymn 633 O SACRED HEARD, NOW Lyrics

1. O sacred Head, now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scomfully surrounded With thoms,
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!

2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinner’s 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 favour, Vouchsafe o 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 to Thee.