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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #116 (1978) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Sunday of the Passion Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #117 (1978) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Sunday of the Passion Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN
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O sacred Head, now wounded

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #232 (1898) Meter: 7.6 Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion Lyrics: 1 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. 2 I see Thy strength and vigor All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, Oh, turn Thy face on me. 3 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. 4 In this Thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. 5 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide: My Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. 6 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? Oh, make me thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee! 7 And when I am departing, Oh, part Thou not from me! When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord, and set me free! And when my heart must languish Amidst the final throe, Release me from mine anguish, By Thine own pain and woe! 8 Be Thou my consolation And shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee: Who dieth thus, dies well. Languages: English Tune Title: O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED

Here hangs a man discarded

Author: Brian Wren, b. 1936 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #273 (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:18-31 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859; Rupert E. Davies, 1909-1994 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #280a (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859; Rupert E. Davies, 1909-1994 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #280b (2011) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Suffering Servant: The Passion and The Cross Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

Forty days and forty nights in Judah's desert

Author: Jean Holloway, b. 1939 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #191 (2000) Meter: 15.15.15.15 Topics: Year A Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year B Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year C Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion Scripture: John 18:27 Languages: English Tune Title: SCARLET RIBBONS
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Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle

Author: Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609; John Mason Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #602a (2000) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Year A Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year B Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year C Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion Lyrics: 1 Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, sing the last the dream affray; o'er the Cross, the victor's trophy, sound the high triumphal lay; how, the pains of death enduring, earth's Redeemer won the day. 2 When at length th'appointed fullness of the sacred time was come, he was sent, the world's creator, from the Father's heav'nly home, and was found in human fashion, offspring of the Virgin's womb. 3 Now the thirty years are ended which on earth he willed to see, willingly he meets his Passion, born to set his people free; on the cross the Lamb is lifted, there the sacrifice to be. 4 There the nails and spear he suffers, vinegar and gall and reed; from his sacred body piercèd blood and water both proceed: precious flood, which all creation from the stain of sin hath freed. 5 Faithful Cross, above all other, one and only noble tree! None in foliage, none in blossom, none in fruit thy peer may be; sweetest wood and sweetest iron, sweetest weight is hung on thee! 6 Bend, O lofty tree, thy branches, thy too rigid sinews bend; and awhile the stubborn hardness, which thy birth bestowed, suspend; and the limbs of heav'n's high monarch gently on thine arms extend. 7 Thou alone wast counted worthy this world's ransom to sustain, that by thee a wrecked creation might its ark and haven gain, with the sacred blood anointed of the Lamb that hath been slain. 8 Praise and honour to the Father, praise and honour to the Son, praise and honour to the Spirit, ever Three and ever One, One in sight and One in glory while eternal ages run. Scripture: John 19:34 Languages: English Tune Title: PANGE LINGUA
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Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle

Author: Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609; John Mason Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #602b (2000) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Year A Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year B Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year C Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion Lyrics: 1 Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, sing the last the dream affray; o'er the Cross, the victor's trophy, sound the high triumphal lay; how, the pains of death enduring, earth's Redeemer won the day. 2 When at length th'appointed fullness of the sacred time was come, he was sent, the world's creator, from the Father's heav'nly home, and was found in human fashion, offspring of the Virgin's womb. 3 Now the thirty years are ended which on earth he willed to see, willingly he meets his Passion, born to set his people free; on the cross the Lamb is lifted, there the sacrifice to be. 4 There the nails and spear he suffers, vinegar and gall and reed; from his sacred body piercèd blood and water both proceed: precious flood, which all creation from the stain of sin hath freed. 5 Faithful Cross, above all other, one and only noble tree! None in foliage, none in blossom, none in fruit thy peer may be; sweetest wood and sweetest iron, sweetest weight is hung on thee! 6 Bend, O lofty tree, thy branches, thy too rigid sinews bend; and awhile the stubborn hardness, which thy birth bestowed, suspend; and the limbs of heav'n's high monarch gently on thine arms extend. 7 Thou alone wast counted worthy this world's ransom to sustain, that by thee a wrecked creation might its ark and haven gain, with the sacred blood anointed of the Lamb that hath been slain. 8 Praise and honour to the Father, praise and honour to the Son, praise and honour to the Spirit, ever Three and ever One, One in sight and One in glory while eternal ages run. Scripture: John 19:34 Languages: English Tune Title: ST THOMAS (WEBBE)
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Thy will be done

Author: Shapcott Wensley Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #693 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8.6 Topics: Year A Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year B Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year C Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion First Line: Thy will be done, the Saviour said Lyrics: 1 Thy will be done, the Saviour said, and bowed to earth his sacred head, the sands of life had nearly run, my Father, let thy will be done, thy will, not mine, be done. 2 No watch his spent disciples kept, amid the shadows deep they slept; but silent angels waiting there, beheld his agony of prayer - thy will, not mine, be done. 3 His soul foresaw the cruel scorns, the brutal scourge, the crown of thorns, and, darker than Gethsemane, the shadows of th' accursed tree - thy will, not mine, be done. 4 What though he felt in that dread hour, the storms of human passions low'r; nor pain, nor death, his soul would shun, myFather, let thy will be done, thy will, not mine, be done. Scripture: Hebrews 5:7-10 Languages: English Tune Title: THY WILL BE DONE

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