Lutheran Hymnody
The Hymns
GOOD FRIDAY
172
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Is. 50: 6
7. 6. 7. 6. D.
O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden
Based on the Latin
Bernard of Clairvaux, †1153, asc.
Paul Gerhardt, 1656
Tr., composite
Herzlich tut mich
Hans L. Hassler, 1601
shame
hast
or,
ble
and
Lord,
for
so
te
weighed
coun
borne
once
Thou
col
no
grief
down,
me,
fair;
nance,
bur
from
mock
sa
den
Thy
and
cred
O
Thou
4
My
3
Now
2
Men
1
Pas
van
jeer
Their
With
Head,
sion,
ished
Thee,
ed,
has
and
now
in
cheeks
taunt
wound
Thy
Thy
was
ly
on
on
woe
that
fore
thee.
there.
glance.
crown.
thorns,
brought
splen
flee
this
dor
be
Thine
From
Now
Though
For
was
red
y
ful
sur
my
lips
worlds
ly
it
Thy
might
scorn
sion
ished
Thee
ed
shall
Which
The
And
With
gres
ban
fear
round
is
trans
were
robbed
sore
bliss,
right
of
buse
now
my
Thee
a
till
What
Thee,
or,
guish,
ry,
Wrath
Hath
With
was
ful
Thy
and
lot;
life;
scorn!
Thine!
cast
Death,
art
sa
I
Grim
cred
me
with
thou
How
O
fore
rig
an
glo
down
cru
pale
Head,
what
be
with
el
I
That
Thy
Re
y,
guish
or,
Thee;
to
was
in
er,
joy
once
strength,
deem
gor
lan
vig
plore
spised
vis
lost
I
and
age
Thy
im
cy,
has
Thy
de
mer
men.
Thou
Yet,
doth
though
How
Thus
Have
Thee
as
sad
me
mine.
strife.
not!
spurn
call
bright
this
morn!
A
5
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 heav’nly joys above.
6
Here I will stand beside Thee,
From Thee I will not part;
O Savior, 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.
7
The joy can ne’er 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.
8
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love for Thee.
9
My Savior, 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!
10
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 enfold Thee.
Who dieth thus dies well!
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