SDA Hymnal 156
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Words: [unclear]Music: [unclear]Tune: [unclear]4/4
1O sacred head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
2What 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 Savior!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3What 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.
- Words
- [unclear]
- Music
- [unclear]
- Tune
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- Also sung to
- 7s & 6s. D. (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #330)
- Meter
- 4/4
The verse
- Meter
- 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 65% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABCBDEDE
Scan every line
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Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.