GERHARDT 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 (Second Tune)
cred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down,
How does that vis age languish Which once was bright as morn! A-MEN.
2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee.
4 Be near when I am dying,
O show Thy cross to me;
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
Paul Gerhardt, tr. J. W. Alexander, v. 1, l. 7 altd.
1. On the cross lift - ed, Thy face we scan,-Bearing that cross for us, Son of Man.
9. Child of My grief and pain, Watch'd by My love, I came to call thee to Realms above.
IO I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for Thee,
Do not flee.
II For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
12 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love;
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.
PART III. THE CRY OF CONSECRATION
13. Lord, if Thou only wilt, Make us Thine own; Give no companion, save Thee alone. AMEN.
Copyright by John H. Gower
Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
1. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sov-ereign die,
Would He de- vote that sacred head For sinners such as I? A-MEN.
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