Herzlich Tut Mich Verlangen (passion Chorale)
O sacred head, sore wounded
168
The Hymnal 1982 (Episcopal)
Hymn Melody
Metric Index
76. 76. D
Modality
a minor
15-Pitch Humming Index
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Adapter and Harmonizer
Johann Sebastian Bach [1685-1750]
Author
Paul Gerhardt [1607-1676]
Composer
Hans Leo Hassler [1564-1612]
Language
English
Original Language
German
Publication Date
1985
Translater (st. 4)
James Waddell Alexander [1804-1859 (alt.)]
Translator (sts. 1-3, 5)
Robert Seymour Bridges [1844-1930]
Last Five Uses
• Used on Apr 02, 2023 10:30 as the Recessional Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Apr 10, 2022 10:30 as the Recessional Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Mar 27, 2022 10:30 as the Choral Anthem at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Apr 14, 2017 12:00 as the Gradual Hymn at St. Andrew's Episcopal, Glenmoore, PA
• Used on Apr 09, 2017 10:00 as the Recessional Hymn at St. Andrew's Episcopal, Glenmoore, PA
• Used on Apr 10, 2022 10:30 as the Recessional Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Mar 27, 2022 10:30 as the Choral Anthem at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Apr 14, 2017 12:00 as the Gradual Hymn at St. Andrew's Episcopal, Glenmoore, PA
• Used on Apr 09, 2017 10:00 as the Recessional Hymn at St. Andrew's Episcopal, Glenmoore, PA
Poem Words (Five verses)
1.
O sacred head, sore wounded,
defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor
the hosts of heaven adore!
defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor
the hosts of heaven adore!
2.
Thy beauty, long-desired,
hath vanished from our sight;
thy power is all expired,
and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
hide not so far thy grace:
show me, O Love most highest,
the brightness of thy face.
hath vanished from our sight;
thy power is all expired,
and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
hide not so far thy grace:
show me, O Love most highest,
the brightness of thy face.
3.
In thy most bitter passion
my heart to share doth cry,
with thee for my salvation
upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
to stand thy cross beneath,
to mourn thee, well-beloved,
yet thank thee for thy death.
my heart to share doth cry,
with thee for my salvation
upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
to stand thy cross beneath,
to mourn thee, well-beloved,
yet thank thee for thy death.
4.
What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine for ever!
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never,never,
outlive my love for thee.
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine for ever!
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never,never,
outlive my love for thee.
5.
My days are few, O fail not,
with thine immortal power,
to hold me that I quail not
in death's most fearful hour;
that I may fight befriended,
and see in my last strife
to me thine arms extended
upon the cross of life.
with thine immortal power,
to hold me that I quail not
in death's most fearful hour;
that I may fight befriended,
and see in my last strife
to me thine arms extended
upon the cross of life.
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