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O Sacred Head Now Wounded

in The Christian Hymn Book

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Song O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Album The Christian Hymn Book
Genre Traditional Christian Hymns
Writer(s) A. Campbell And Others
Publisher / Copyrights
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Tags O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Theme(s) The Crucifixion
Scripture Reference(s)
CCLI Song No

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded,
With Grief And Shame Weighed Down
O Sacred Brow, Surrounded
With Thorns, Thine Only Crown:
Once On A Throne Of Glory,
Adorned With Light Divine;
Now All Despised And Gory,
I Joy To Call Thee Mine.

On Me, As Thou Art Dying,
O, Turn Thy Pitying Eye;
To Thee For Mercy Crying,
Before Thy Cross I Lie.
Thine, Thine The Bitter Passion;
Thy Pain Is All For Me;
Mine, Mine The Deep Transgression;
My Sins Are All On Thee.

What Language Can I Borrow
To Praise Thee, Heavenly Friend,
For All This Dying Sorrow,
Of All My Woes The End?
O, Can I Leave Thee Ever?
Then Do Not Thou Leave Me;
Lord, Let Me Never, Never
Outlive My Love To Thee.

Be Near When I Am Dying;
Then Close Beside Me Stand;
Let Me, While Faint And Sighing,
Lean Calmly On Thy Hand:
These Eyes, New Faith Receiving,
From Thee Shall Never Move,
For He Who Dies Believing,
Dies Safely In Thy Love.

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O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Song O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Album The Christian Hymn Book
Genre Traditional Christian Hymns
Writer(s) A. Campbell And Others
Publisher / Copyrights
Key
Tags O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Theme(s) The Crucifixion
Scripture Reference(s)
CCLI Song No

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded,
With Grief And Shame Weighed Down
O Sacred Brow, Surrounded
With Thorns, Thine Only Crown:
Once On A Throne Of Glory,
Adorned With Light Divine;
Now All Despised And Gory,
I Joy To Call Thee Mine.

On Me, As Thou Art Dying,
O, Turn Thy Pitying Eye;
To Thee For Mercy Crying,
Before Thy Cross I Lie.
Thine, Thine The Bitter Passion;
Thy Pain Is All For Me;
Mine, Mine The Deep Transgression;
My Sins Are All On Thee.

What Language Can I Borrow
To Praise Thee, Heavenly Friend,
For All This Dying Sorrow,
Of All My Woes The End?
O, Can I Leave Thee Ever?
Then Do Not Thou Leave Me;
Lord, Let Me Never, Never
Outlive My Love To Thee.

Be Near When I Am Dying;
Then Close Beside Me Stand;
Let Me, While Faint And Sighing,
Lean Calmly On Thy Hand:
These Eyes, New Faith Receiving,
From Thee Shall Never Move,
For He Who Dies Believing,
Dies Safely In Thy Love.

Divine Hymns YouTube Channel