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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was…
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Man of Sorrows
“Man of Sorrows,” what a name, For the Son of God who came, Ruined sinners to reclaim; Hallelujah! What a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood: Hallelujah! What a Savior! Guilty, vile and helpless, we: Spotless Lamb of God was He: Full atonement!…
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O, The Wonderful Cross!
When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride. See from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e’er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown?…
Leslie Wiggins 