Sabbath Psalm (January 3-4)
Sabbath Psalm (January 3-4)
(Adapted from St. Bernard of Clairvaux’s hymn, ‘O Sacred Head Now Wounded’)
O sacred Head, now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Your only crown
O sacred Head, what glory
What bliss till now was Thine
Yet, though despised and glory
I joy to call You mine
What You, my Lord, have suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain
Mine, mine was the transgression
But Yours the deadly pain
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Your place
Look on me with Your favor
Immerse me in Your grace
What language can I borrow
To thank You, dearest Friend?
For this, Your dying sorrow
Your pity without end?
O make me Yours forever!
And should I fainting be
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee