David Benjamin Blower - O Sacred Head

O sacred head once wounded
With grief and pain weighed down
How scornfully surrounded
With thorns thine only crown
How art thou pale with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn

O sacred head, what glory
What bliss till now was thine
And now, despised and gory
And set on, here in time
Thy grief and thy compassion
Were all for sinner’s gain
Ours was the transgression
And yours the deadly pain

What language should I borrow
To praise the, heavenly friend
For this thy dying sorrow
And mercy without end
Lord, make me thine forever
And let me ever be
Held within your shadow
Beside your wounded feet

Written by:
David Benjamin Blower, Traditional

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