O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Paul Gerhardt, James Waddel Alexander (overs.)Theme: Påske

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.

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