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220 PASSION CHORALE 126.96.36.199.D.
10 sa- cred Head, now wound - ed, With grief and shame weighed down;
entret nos EU FLE
Now scorn - fully sur-round - ed With thorns, Thine on - ly crown;
Hans Leo Hassler, 1601: harmonized by J. S. Bach, 1729
O sa - cred Head, what glo ry, What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and go ry, I joy to call Thee mine. A - MEN.
2 O noblest Brow and dearest,
With sore abuse and scorn; How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
3 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
round - ed
5 Be near when I am dying,
O show Thy cross to me;
wounded, With grief and shame weighed down;
Joseph P. Holbrook, 1862
With thorns, Thine on
. ry, What bliss till now
joy ry, I
Yet, though de-spised and go
exp of pÃO
to call Thee mine.
224 OLIVE'S BROW L. M.
1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone:
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'Tis midnight; in the gar - den now The suffering Saviour prays a lone. A-MEN.
2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears: E'en the disciple that He loved
Heeds not His Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood:
225 HAMBURG L. M.
1 When I sur - vey the wondrous cross
William B. Bradbury, 1853
'Tis midnight; from the heavenly plains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
Arr. from a Gregorian Chant, by Lowell Mason, 1824
My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. A - MEN.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707 (Text of 1709)