Friday, April 2, 2010

Good Friday

O sacred head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding head, so wounded, reviled and put to scorn!
Our sins have marred the glory of thy most holy face,
yet angel hosts adore thee and tremble as they gaze

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, O turn thy face on me.

In this thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me
with thy most sweet compassion, unworthy though I be:
beneath thy cross abiding for ever would I rest,
in thy dear love confiding, and with thy presence blest.

Words: Henry Williams Baker
Music : Passion Chorale, Johann Sebastian Bach


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