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Seems like there are as many versions of the lyrics in this song as there are hymnals! These are the lyrics sung by Radney Foster on "Peace in the Valley". Words: Paul Gerhardt (1607-76) Translation: James W Alexander (1804-69) Melody: Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612) Arrangement: J S Bach (1685-1750) From: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.tk OH SACRED HEAD NOW WOUNDED Am Dm G E Oh sacred head now wounded Am E7 Am With grief and shame weighed down Dm G E7 How scornfully surrounded Am E7 Am With thorns Thine only crown! G7 C Oh sacred head what glory Am Dm A7 What bliss 'til now was Thine D7 G D7 Em Yet though despised and lowly Dm G7 C I joy to call Thee mine What Thou my Lord has suffered Was all for sinner's 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, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alternative version Am F C Dm C F G C O sacred Head, now wounded, E Am E7 Am With grief and shame weighed down, F C Dm C F G C E Am Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, E7 Am Thine only crown; Dm Em F G F C How pale Thou art with anguish, C7 F A7 Dm A With sore abuse and scorn! D7 G D C G C D7 G How does that visage languish, C F C F G C Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinnersí gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! íTis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favour, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee And flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish That once was bright as morn! Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, Hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not! 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. My Shepherd, now receive me; My Guardian, own me Thine. Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine. Thy lips have often fed me With words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me To heavenly joys above. Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Saviour, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish In deathís cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms Iíll clasp. The joy can never be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, Iíd breathe my soul to Thee. My Saviour, be Thou near me When death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, Forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, Oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish By virtue of Thine own! Be Thou my consolation, My shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion When my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well. Home