Songs

O Head, once filled with bruises

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							7.6.7.D.

1	O Head, once filled with bruises,
	Oppressed with pain and scorn,
	O’erwhelmed with sore abuses,
	Mocked with a crown of thorn!
	O Head, to death once wounded
	In shame upon the tree,
	In glory now surrounded
	With brightest majesty!

2	Thou Lord of all transcendent,
	Thou life-created Sun
	To worlds on Thee dependent,
	Yet bruised and spit upon!
	O Lord! what Thee tormented
	Was our sin’s heavy load;
	We had the debt augmented,
	Which Thou didst pay in blood.

3	We give Thee thanks unfeignèd,
	Lord Jesus, Friend in need!
	For what Thy soul sustainèd
	When Thou for us didst bleed;
	Grant us to lean unshaken
	Upon Thy faithfulness,
	Until, to glory taken,
	We see Thee face to face.

							Paul Gerhardt