O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Verse 1
O sac­red head, now wound­ed, (Isa. 53:5)
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scorn­ful­ly sur­round­ed
With thorns, Thine on­ly crown; (Matthew 27:29, Mark 15:17, John 19:2, John 19:5)
O sac­red head, what glo­ry!
What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet, though des­pised and go­ry, (Ps. 22:6, Isa. 53:3)
I joy to call Thee mine.

Verse 2
O nob­lest brow, and dear­est!
In oth­er days the world
All feared, when Thou ap­peared’st,
What shame on Thee is hurled! (Ps. 22:7, Matt. 20:19, Matt. 27:27-31, Matt. 27:41, Mark 15:16-20, Mark 15:31, Luke 18:32, Luke 22:63-65, Luke 23:11, Luke 23:36, John 19:1-4)
How art Thou pale with ang­uish,
With sore ab­use and scorn; (Ps. 22:7)
How does that vi­sage lang­uish, (Isa. 52:14)
When once was bright as morn. (Matt. 17:2, Luke 9:29)

Verse 3
The blush­es late re­sid­ing
Upon that ho­ly cheek, (Song of Solomon 5:13)
The ros­es once ab­id­ing
Upon those lips so meek,
Alas! they have de­part­ed; (Isa. 52:14)
Wan Death has ri­fled all!
For weak and brok­en heart­ed,
I see Thy bo­dy fall.

Verse 4
What Thou, my Lord, hast suf­fered,
Was all for sin­ners’ gain; (Isa. 53:5, Rom. 5:8, II Cor. 5:21, I Pet. 2:24)
Mine, mine was the trans­gress­ion, (Isa. 53:5, I Pet. 2:24)
But Thine the dead­ly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Sav­ior!
’Tis I de­serve Thy place; (Isa. 53:6)
Look on me with Thy fa­vor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Verse 5
Receive me, my Re­deem­er,
My Shep­herd, make me Thine; (Ps. 23:1, Isa. 40:11, John 10:11, John 10:14, I Pet. 2:25)
Of eve­ry good the fount­ain, (James 1:17)
Thou art the spring of mine. (Ps. 36:9)
Thy lips with love dis­till­ing,
And milk of truth sin­cere, (Song of Solomon 4:11, I Pet. 2:2)
With Heav­en’s bliss are fill­ing
The soul that trem­bles here.

Verse 6
Beside Thee, Lord, I’ve tak­en
My place—for­bid me not!
Hence will I ne’er be shak­en, (Acts 2:25, Heb. 12:27-28)
Though Thou to death be brought,
If pain’s last pale­ness hold Thee,
In ago­ny op­pressed,
Then, then will I en­fold Thee
Within this arm and breast!

Verse 7
The joy can ne’er be spok­en, (I Pet. 1:8)
Above all joys be­side;
When in Thy body brok­en (Matt. 26:26-29, Mark 14:22-25, Luke 22:14-20, I Cor. 11:23-26)
I thus with safe­ty hide.
My Lord of life, de­sir­ing
Thy glo­ry now to see, (John 17:24)
Beside the cross ex­pir­ing,
I’d breathe my soul to Thee. (Luke 23:46, Acts 7:59)

Verse 8
What lang­uage shall I bor­row,
To thank Thee, dear­est Friend, (Ps. 116:12, John 15:13-15)
For this, Thy dy­ing sor­row,
Thy pi­ty with­out end?
Oh! make me Thine for­ev­er, (Rom. 14:8)
And should I fain­ting be,
Lord, let me nev­er, nev­er
Outlive my love to Thee. (Rev. 2:4)

Verse 9
And when I am de­part­ing,
Oh! part not Thou from me;
When mor­tal pangs are dart­ing,
Come, Lord, and set me free;
And when my heart must lang­uish
Amidst the fi­nal throe,
Release me from mine an­guish,
By Thine own pain and woe! (Isa. 53:5, I Pet. 2:24)

Verse 10
Be near me when I am dy­ing, (Ps. 23:4)
Oh! show Thy cross to me;
And for my suc­cor fly­ing, (Ps. 70:1)
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes new faith re­ceiv­ing,
From Je­sus shall not move,
For he who dies be­liev­ing,
Dies safe­ly through Thy love. (Rom. 8:38-39)