Sufferings and Death

156 – O Sacred Head Now Wounded

1O sacred Head, now wounded,with grief and shame weighed down,now scornfully suroundedwith thorns, thine only crown:how pale thou art with anguish,with sore abuse and scorn!How does that visage languishwhich once was bright as morn! 2What thou, my Lord, has sufferedwas all for sinners’ gain;mine, mine was the transgression,but thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall,

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161 – Throned Upon the Awful Tree

1Throned upon the awful tree,Lamb of God, Your grief we see.Darkness veils Your anguished face;None its lines of woe can trace.None can tell what pangs unknownHold You silent and alone. 2Silent through those three dread hours,Wrestling with the evil powers,Left alone with human sin,Gloom around You and within,Till th’appointed time is nigh,Till the Lamb of

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