Page CXVI - Oh Sacred Head Now Wounded lyrics

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; How pale art Thou with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! Oh how Your face bends solemn, which once was bright as morn! Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance Grim d**h, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife You bled by our hands, You bled! My burdens You have carried, my sins you have borne For it was my transgression which brought this worldly scorn I cast me down before Thee, wrath – my rightful lot; But You have sweet mercy, Redeemer by the cross You bled by our hands, You bled for me, for you, for us!