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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

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	Am	Dm	G	E
Oh	sacred	head now	wound	ed

	Am	E7	Am
With	grief and	shame weighed	down

	Dm	G	E7
How s	cornfu	lly surr	ounded

	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 d	espised and	lowly

	Dm	G7	C
I j	oy to c	all 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.

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Alternative version

	Am	F	C	Dm	C	F	G	C
	O s	ac	red	Head,	now	woun	de	d,

	E	Am	E7	Am
	With	grief and	shame weighed	down,

	F	C	Dm	C	F	G	C	E	Am
Now	scorn	fu	lly	sur	roun	de	d	with	thorns,

	E7	Am
Thine	only c	rown;

	Dm	Em	F	G	F	C
How	pale	Thou	art	with	ang	uish,

	C7	F	A7	Dm	A
	With	sore	abu	se and s	corn!

	D7	G	D	C	G	C	D7	G
	How do	es	that	visa	ge	lan	gui	sh,

	C	F	C	F	G	C
	Which	once	was	bright	as	morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners' gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!

'Tis 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 death's cold, cruel grasp,

Then, in Thy deepest anguish,

Thee in mine arms I'll 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,

I'd 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.

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