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O Sacred Head Now Wounded - Suzanne Johnson (2) - Come.Praise The Lord (Vinyl, LP, Album)

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  1. O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; How pale Thou art with anguish with sore abuse and scorn How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn? What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was the transgression.
  2. O Sacred Head Now Wounded Orchestration (Celebrating Grace Hymnal) Download the Orchestration for O Sacred Head Now Wounded, from the album Celebrating Grace Hymnal. Products for this song include the orchestration.
  3. O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Instrumental) John Carlson (Expressions Of Instrumental Worship) Download sheet music for O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Instrumental) by John Carlson, from the album Expressions Of Instrumental Worship. Arranged by John Carlson. Products for this song include the orchestration.
  4. In the English poet Robert Bridges () made a fresh translation from the original Latin, beginning "O sacred Head, sore wounded, defiled and put to scorn." This is the version used in the Hymnal (Episcopal), the Hymnal (Episcopal; stanzas and 5), and the Church of England 's New English Hymnal () and several other.
  5. 1 O 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. 2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain: mine, mine was the transgression.
  6. Author: Bernard of Clairvaux O 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. What Thou, my Lord.
  7. O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, has suffered.
  8. O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown: How pale thou art with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! What thou, my Lord, has suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine.

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