o sacred head now wounded
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F G C
O sacred Head, now wounded,
Am E Am
With grief and shame bow'd down,
F G C
Now scornfully surrounded
Am E Am
With thorns, Thine only crown.
G F C
O sacred Head, what glory,
F A
What bliss till now was Thine!
G C D G
Yet, though despised and gory,
F G Am
I joy to call Thee mine.
F G C
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Am E Am
Was all for sinners' gain;
F G C
My sin was the transgression,
Am E Am
But Thine the deadly pain:
G F C
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
F A
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
G C D G
Look on me with Thy favor,
F G Am
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
F G C
The joy can never be spoken,
Am E Am
above all joys beside,
F G C
When in Thy body broken
Am E Am
I thus with safety hide.
G F C
O Lord of Life, desiring
F A
Thy glory now to see,
G C D G
Beside Thy cross expiring,
F G Am
I’d breathe my soul to Thee
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Attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153