O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
\nNow scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
\nHow pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
\nHow does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!<\/p>\n
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners\u00ef?? gain;
\nMine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
\nLo, here I fall, my Savior! \u00ef??Tis I deserve Thy place;
\nLook on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.<\/p>\n
\nMen mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
\nThough mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
\nHow art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
\nHow doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!<\/p>\n
Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
\nFrom Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
\nGrim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
\nThus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.<\/p>\n
My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
\nFor it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
\nI cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
\nHave mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!<\/p>\n
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
\nFor this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
\nO make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
\nLord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.<\/p>\n
My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
\nGreat blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
\nThy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
\nThy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.<\/p>\n
Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
\nO Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
\nWhen soul and body languish in death\u00ef??s cold, cruel grasp,
\nThen, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.<\/p>\n
The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
\nWhen in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
\nO Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
\nBeside Thy cross expiring, I\u00ef??d breathe my soul to Thee.<\/p>\n
My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
\nThen let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
\nWhen soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
\nBut take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!<\/p>\n
Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
\nRemind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
\nMine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
\nMy heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.
\n–LBW 117<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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