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O Sacred Head now wounded!
With grief and shame weighed down;
O sacred brow, surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown!
Once on a throne of glory;
Adorned with light divine,
Now all despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
On me, as thou art dying,
Oh, turn thy pitying eye!
To thee for mercy crying,
Before thy cross I lie.
Thine, thine the bitter passion,
Thy pain is all for me;
Mine, mine the deep transgression,
My sins are all on thee.
What language can I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For all this dying sorrow,
Of all my woes the end?
Oh can I leave thee ever?
Then do not thou leave me:
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.
Be near when I am dying;
Then close beside me stand;
Let me, while faint and sighing,
Lean calmly on thy hand:
These eyes new faith receiving,
From thine eye shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely in thy love.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 293 |
MUSIC
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CANONBURY
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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Key
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